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kissohee · 1 year ago

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virgin!anton x virgin!fem!reader ☆ nsfw ; wc : 2k+ ☆ one-shot mdni! synopsis; after being together for so long, you would think you've already done everything in the books, but there's only one you haven't done yet. and that's sex. warnings; anton is bigger than reader, extremely lighthearted, mentions of masturbation, anton is big, dry humping, protected sex, they cum quickly

"You've got to see this video," Anton barges into your room, throwing his bag on your floor, "It's seriously the cutest thing ever." You look up at him from where you were sitting on your bed, moving your laptop off your lap and onto your desk next to you. "What is it?" "Cats. Two of them." He hands you his phone, kicking off his shoes to get comfortable, "I won't spoil it."

When you started dating Anton around a year ago, you knew his love and affection also came with cute animal videos. He sees a cute animal, he sends it right to you. Might even add a text saying "Us" or "You" but he's never saved them to show you in person. You watch the video nonetheless, it being a video about a cat who fell in love with another cat, even having kittens, and the rest of the video is just cute clips of them two. "It's us." Anton looks at you with a cheesy smile when you hand him his phone back. "It's very cute but, 'Ton..." You tilt your head, "You came here to show me a video of cats?" Anton didn't exactly live close by to where you did, so it was very rare when he came over. "Well," His head sinks into his shoulders, "I wanted an excuse to see you." You pull the blanket off of you and open your arms for him to accept your hug. Despite his big figure, he wraps his arms around your waist and lays on top of you. "You never need an excuse to see me, you know that.." He digs his head into your chest, and you bring a hand up to run fingers through his hair. "You missed me?" "Mmhmm.." He nods gently to not disturb your hand and he looks up at you. "I missed you too." Is all you're able to say before Anton lifts himself up to kiss you. You instantly reciprocate the kiss and hold his face in your hands.

Despite being together for so long, all you and Anton have ever done was make out. And even though each make out gets progressively more and more desperate and needy, you guys never put too much thought into having sex. It came up only a few times, and one was because because you guys were watching a movie that had a sex scene. You were holding Anton in your arms and he quietly mentioned it. "Do you think we'll ever have sex?" Anton was never the type to openly talk about things he wanted, so the fact that he said even something as simple as that shocked you. "Do you want to?" You always believed that it would happen when it happens, and you knew he felt the same way. "Not right now.." His eyes glued on the movie, "But eventually." The second time it came up was when he got his first boner with you. It happened during your first heated make out session. It was the first time he ever made you moan, and that was when he was leaving hickeys all around your neck and chest. You had felt him grow under you, nervous that if you brought it up you'd scare him. "Anton..?" He paused his actions and when he finally caught up with his dick he lightly pushed you off of him, covering it with his hands. "Oh my god," You heard panic in his voice, "I'm so sorry." His reaction made you hold back a laugh, "Why are you sorry?" His cheeks flushed "I don't know... It's.." He found himself having trouble forming sentences, "That's so gross of me, I don't know why it.." "You're a male human," You rest your head on his shoulder, "I don't think it's gross... It happens." You both sat there in silence, and when Anton realized it wasn't going down any time soon, he excused himself to go to your bathroom and jack off. He felt so embarrassed by it that he refused to see you for an entire week. And it wasn't until you promised him that you weren't repulsed by him, that he started to see you again. That day never came up again, and Anton was very cautious about making out ever since.

But right now he was too busy focusing on the way your mouth feels on his, his mind full of just you. He sits up to be more comfortable and stops kissing you when he can't, "Can we switch places.? I don't want to sit on you and crush you." He lightly jokes, making you giggle. "I don't mind if you crush me, goliath." He rolls his eyes at the teasing nickname and moves hair on your face behind your ear. "I like it better when you're sitting on me though," He says through a pout, and you find it too cute to say no to. It's your turn to roll your eyes and he wipes a little bit of saliva off your bottom lip before getting off of you. He hooks your legs around his waist, allowing your chest to press against his as you kiss him again. "Better?" You run your fingers through his hair while going back to kissing him. "Mmm.. Much better." He replies, softly moaning when you bite his lip, allowing you to slip your tongue into his mouth. When you tug on the bottom of his shirt, he immedeatly takes it off. Sure, you've seen Anton without his shirt before, he is a swimmer after all. But it has never been in the contents of the bedroom, which made even something as small as that make your stomach turn. You decide to lift your shirt off of you, making Anton stare at the way your breasts sit in your bra. He grabs the back of them, about to unclasp them before looking at you, "Can I take this off?" You nod and watch as your bra falls on the bed, finally feeling the cold air. Anton's eyes study every part of your breasts, "Can I touch them?" "Please.." This was your first time ever being exposed like this in front of someone, but you trusted Anton a lot so slowly the nervousness left your body. His fingers make contact with your skin, softly squeezing them, looking up at you with a small smile. When he drags his fingers along your sensitive nipple, you let out a soft moan, making him do it again. The sounds you were making going straight to his cock, causing him to rub upwards. The feeling of his clothed cock against your clothed pussy making you both moan. You continue to grind down on him, matching the speed of his hands working your breasts until he stops, "I-.. I'm gon' cum in my pants if we continue.." Neither of you want to stop, and the air in the room is noticeably different. "What do you want to do?" "I want," He pauses, thinking about what to say, "I need to be inside of you."

You know you're ready, you know you both are. You just wished you guys talked it out beforehand, cause you sadly don't have condoms just laying around. " 'Ton.. I don't have any.. you know." "Hold on," He softly lifted you off of him and grabbed his bag on the floor. After rummaging around it for a minute, he pulled out a box of condoms. He took one out and when went back to you, he realized you were looking at him suspiciously. "What?" "You just... carry condoms around?" You try to hold back a laugh at the thought of Anton casually walking around like that. "Just in case," He says shyly, "For moments like these." He takes the condom out and when he hooks his finger under the waiste band of his pants, he hesitates, "Look away." "Look away?" You raise an eyebrow at him, "No, I am absolutely looking." "Fine." He sighs defeatedly, "But don't say anything." When he removes his pants, his bulge looks bigger under his boxers. You watch as he removes the last piece of clothing, his cock hitting his stomach and your heart sinks. He's big. Like really big. Bigger than you thought, and this was a problem considering you're a virgin too. There was no way he was fitting. There's pre cum leaking from his tip, and your first instinct is to use your finger to wipe it off. He reacts almost immedeatly, squeezing his eyes at the feeling. You remove your pajama pants, showing the cute lace panties you had on. It just so happened to be a coincidence that you were wearing one of your nice panties, taking that as the final sign that this was supposed to happen. "Can I-?" Is all he says before you grab his hands and lead them to you. He hooks a finger around your panties before slowly pulling them down, revealing your dripping pussy. Anton moves his finger through your folds, playing with your arousal on his fingers, "You're so wet.." "Anton.... please." Beg filling your eyes and he softly kisses you before he moves his attention back on the condom he didn't put on, taking it and placing it on his cock. He lifts himself over you, one hand on your waist, the other busy aligning himself with your cunt. You feel his tip enter you slowly, "Is that okay?" You nod, grabbing his hand when you feel him push in just a little more. His fingers interlock with yours, squeezing them when he enters you fully. A whimper escaping his lips from how tight you feel around him. "Fuck..'Ton... You're huge.." You moan from the feeling of you being full, you were surprised he fit, though you give all props to your wetness. Your comment making his face flush full red, he honestly never put much thought into his size. He rests his head on your shoulder, afraid to move in case it hurts you. When you've gotten used to the feeling of him inside you, you caress his hand with your thumb, "You can move." "Fuck," Is all he can muster out when he thrusts into you. The way you feel around him makes him feel like he's on cloud 9. His cock reaching places inside of you that you didn't even know could be reached. Biting your lip, you squeeze his hand the same way he did earlier when he thrusts in a slightly faster pace. Anton's eyes were glued to the way your breasts bounced with each time he entered inside of you, "Y-you're so beautiful.. all of you.."

You wrap your arms around him so he's close enough for you to be able to kiss him. His soft voice louder now that he was closer, making you able to hear him clearly. From the way Anton's moans were coming out, you could tell he was getting closer and closer to release. So you let go of his hand to bring it between you guys, rubbing your clit to the pace of Anton's thrusts. When sees, he replaces your hand with his. His thumb moving in circles with applied pressure. You felt a knot grow in your stomach, moving your hips up to match his causing him to even deeper. "I-I'm gon- cum.." "We'll cu-cum together, o-okay?" He suggests and you nod. You feel Anton's thrusts become sporadic, and you can tell he's struggling to keep up with the pace. "Cum." You feel intense pleasure grow before you reach your orgasm, moaning out his name as loud as you can. He cums too, and you can tell by the way his hips twitch against you, small "I love you, I love you so much," coming from his lips. You both lay there, catching your breaths as you give him a hug with as much energy that is left in your body. He finally pulls out, removing the condom and he looks it before looking at you and softly laughs. "Can't believe we just did that." "It hurt like a bitch at first," You reciprocate the laugh and you see concern enter his face. "Oh it does, right.." He kisses your forehead, "I'm sorry princess. We will have to work on the size difference, huh?" "I think we already did," You caress his cheek softly before patting him on the back, "Buckle up baby, we are doing that again."

antons been on my mind recently.. did NOT mean to make this as long as it ended up being.. - 🐠

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aeralux · 2 months ago

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"Pretty When You Cry" - Jacaerys Velaryon

Modern!Jace x Girlfriend!Reader

Summary: Like all good things, your relationship with your boyfriend, Jacaerys, must come to a (bitter) end. You always knew he was 'trouble', but his turning to stronger substances was the final straw for you. Thinking you have seen the last of him, you slowly start to let go. Until one evening, a sad brown-eyed boy stands under your window.

Warnings: badboy!Jace; SMUT; alludes to smoking weed; substance abuse (very light, not detailed); bad language; fingering; slight angst; FLUFFY

Words: 9.7k

Notes: No physical description of the reader (other than she has hair). This smut is way softer compared to my others, but I kinda like it. Mentions them smoking weed together (once), but it doesn't mean I condone it (it just fits into the story).

𐔌 . ⋮ aera .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

You were a cold person—a real fortress of ice (or, in other words, a 'bitch'). Always had been. Keeping outsiders at arm’s length was second nature to you; the warmth of companionship felt unfamiliar and unwelcome. That’s why it was so damn weird when Jacaerys, that threat of a guy, somehow crept his way past your defences and cracked the surface of your rigid heart.

Everyone knew Jace was trouble. He was dressed in a leather jacket, had wild hair, and had a charming smile. He thrived on chaos, making a mess of everything and everyone he encountered.

But with you, it was different. There was a tenderness in the way he looked at you, a softness amidst all that hostility. You’d find yourselves huddled in the shadows of the school, sharing cigarettes like secrets, each drag pulling you deeper into his messy orbit. Weekends melted into hazy afternoons spent sprawled on his couch, escaping reality with thick clouds of smoke, giggles spilling from your lips as you blissfully ignored the ticking clock.

But like all sweet things, that honeymoon phase didn’t last. Soon, the thrill of getting high on weed wasn't enough for Jace; he craved something stronger, something that could drown the demons clawing at his insides. That’s when he started craving cocaine, seeking out dealers and new highs, convinced the world would be brighter on the other side. But it took only one wrong turn; one bad choice. He got caught, his friend’s betrayal cutting deeper than any blade when they ratted him out.

The weight of that reality crashed down on you like a ton of bricks. Breaking it off was like tearing flesh from bone, but staying was not an option. You couldn’t tether your soul to a sinking ship. You felt hollow, your heart twisting painfully in your chest as you abandoned the love you once thought could save him. Sure, it hurt like hell, but you understood that you had to protect yourself. You had your own battles to fight, and getting lost in his darkness would only bury you in the ruins of his choices.

With a weary sigh, you flopped onto your bed, staring at old photos that felt like ghosts from another life. Each smile captured in those pictures stung with nostalgia—memories now laced with an ache that wouldn’t fade. You scrolled through them, pain blossoming in your chest as you clicked delete, one after another, feeling like pieces of yourself were vanishing along with them.

Just as silence threatened to suffocate the room, it shattered with a sharp ping against your window. Irritated, you shot up, heart racing. Those pesky crows made trouble every night, and here they were again. But then another pebble hit, and again—this was getting ridiculous. Who the hell was out there? It was nearly midnight, for crying out loud.

“Oh my God!” you groaned, rolling your eyes as you yanked open the window. A pebble narrowly missed your head, landing with a soft thud on your bed. “Stop! I have a bat! And trust me, I will use it if I have to!” Your voice carried a tinge of annoyance but an undertone of curiosity behind your words.

“Wait! No! I’m sorry, just listen to me,” came the soft, pleading voice that made your heart stutter. You froze, disbelief crashing over you like a wave. It was Jacaerys, and you hadn’t heard that voice in months—months that felt like an eternity. His parents had sent him to an inpatient treatment centre outside the city.

Your mouth hung open, breath hitching in your throat. “Jace…” you whispered, a flood of emotions washing over you. “You’re back.” The simple words felt loaded, heavy with the weight of everything unspoken between you two—the love, the hurt, the wreckage of what once was.

Everything you thought you had pushed away surged back up, a mix of joy, anger, and longing swirling like a violent storm inside you. Your heart raced with uncertainty, the possibility of fresh pain coursing through your veins. You stood there, teetering on the edge, wondering if this moment would lead you back to paradise or into the depths of despair.

"Can I come up?" His voice was soft and hesitant, a stark contrast to the insolence you used to know. It felt foreign, almost shaky, and it sent a wave of tension crashing over you. You paused, biting your lip as a million questions swirled in your mind. Had he changed, or was this just a façade? But deep down, you could no longer deny it—the way your heart betrayed you, ached with longing for the boy you once knew.

“Yeah, yeah… sure,” you managed to whisper, your voice so faint it was almost lost to the night. The moment the words escaped your lips, you felt a rush of adrenaline and fear. Jacaerys climbed the trellis with practised ease, his movements almost instinctual.

When he finally stood before you, the sight sent a chill racing down your spine. Those dark circles under his eyes. The bruise on his cheek was a sickening shade of purple. And that cut on his lip? It brought back memories of all the times he had worn his pain-like armour, too proud to let anyone see him break.

Before you could muster a single question, before you could voice the countless thoughts that flooded your mind, he pulled you into a tight embrace that stole the breath from your lungs. His body was cold against yours, sending tingles across your skin, and it took everything in your power not to shiver. You hugged him back fiercely, almost desperate, burying your face into the crook of his neck.

He smelled like pine trees and the faintest hint of cigarettes—familiar and intoxicating. It was a scent that wrapped around you like a comforting blanket, despite the chill of reality. All the memories rushed back, the laughter, the secrets shared in the dark, and the way he used to make everything seem okay, if only for a moment. You felt the weight of unresolved feelings crash over you, the longing too powerful to fight anymore. In that moment, it was just the two of you against the world, and it felt both terrifying and achingly perfect.

Jacaerys held you tightly, his heart pounding wildly against your chest, the rapid thumping echoing in the heavy silence around you. It was a physical reminder of everything that had brought him back to this moment. He could feel the heat radiating from your body, the softness of your curves pressed against him, and it took him back to all the nights he had spent longing for your closeness, wishing he could turn back time. Taking a deep breath, he inhaled your familiar scent—sweet and grounding—letting it envelop him like a warm blanket in the cold void of his regrets.

"I've missed you," he murmured into your hair, voice thick with emotion. Each word felt like a confession, raw and vulnerable, stripping away the armour he usually wore. "More than you'll ever know."

He sensed you tremble ever so slightly in his arms, and an urgency surged through him. He tightened his grip as if you could slip through his fingers at any moment. He understood that you had every right to be furious, to push him away, and yet, he clung to the fragile hope that a flicker of affection still resided within you, that somewhere beneath the pain, there was still space for him.

"I'm sorry," he continued, his voice barely above a whisper, as though saying it louder might shatter the moment. "I'm sorry for everything. For hurting you, for making you feel… God, I can't even imagine the kind of pain I put you through. But I swear to you, I’m going to make this right. I'm going to fix this, fix us. If you'll let me."

He pulled back slightly, his heart racing as he searched your eyes, desperately seeking any sign that you still cared. In the depths of your gaze, he saw layers of pain, confusion, and simmering anger, but there was something else lurking beneath the surface. It ignited a flicker of determination within him.

"Please," he urged, desperation dripping from his words, his voice cracking with vulnerability. "Just give me a chance to explain. A chance to show you that I can be better… for you."

He reached up, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear with a tenderness that felt almost sacred. He watched as goosebumps rose on your skin, a testament to the electric current sparking between you. Leaning in, he brushed his lips against yours in a soft touch, but kissing you yet.

He pulled back, eyes locked on yours, his breath hitching in his throat as he waited. He needed your answer, your next move. The silence hung heavy around you, a fragile moment suspended in time, and he dared to hope, praying that you still felt something for him.

"I missed you too," you whisper, your voice quivering. With shaking hands, you reach out to touch his hair, needing to feel the proof of his presence. "Every day…every single day," you choke back a sob, leaning your forehead against his. Your fingers tangle in his soft brown curls, a familiar comfort.

Your heart aches as you take in his appearance. He looks different, the light in his eyes dimmed. What did they do to him in that centre? You want to ask, but the words stick in your throat. Instead, you hold him tighter, breathing in his scent, letting it wash over you like a balm.

You don't know what the future holds, but at this moment, you know one thing for sure - you have never stopped loving him, no matter how hard you have tried.

Jacaerys felt your fingers tangling in his hair, grounding him amidst the disorder swirling inside. It was a connection he craved, raw and vital—like air, like life.

"I'm here now," he murmured, his voice low, heavy with sincerity. "And I’m not going anywhere this time."

He lifted his head, locking eyes with you, and the intensity of his gaze felt electric. "What happened… what I did… it won't happen again. I swear it on my life. I’ve finally started to grasp who I am, what I’ve lost, what I can’t afford to lose again."

His hands found your face, thumbs brushing over your cheekbones in a way that felt like both a promise and a plea. "You matter. More than anything else in this messed-up world. I was lost before, but every step I take now is bringing me back to you."

He could see the tears welling in your eyes, ready to spill over, and it twisted his insides. The sight of your hurt, knowing he was the reason behind it, was a weight he had to carry. But right now, as you clung to him with a desperation that echoed his own, he vowed fiercely that he would never be the cause of your pain again.

"Shh," he soothed, brushing his thumb gently across your cheek, a tender attempt to wipe away the heartache. "I know I hurt you. I messed up. God, I messed up so badly. But I promise—I'm going to be the man you deserve. The man I should’ve been all along."

He pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around you like a stronghold, desperate to shield you from the world’s cruelty. At this moment, it felt like the air around you was dense with possibility, your broken pieces finally finding their match in each other. He poured everything he had into that embrace, pouring out a torrent of feelings he hoped you'd understand without him needing to say them.

"I love you," he whispered, each word hanging in the space between you like a confession, a truth he could no longer keep buried. "I never stopped loving you. Not for a single damn second."

His heart raced as he leaned in, his lips tantalizingly close to yours, hungering for that connection. He wanted to lose himself in your kiss, to drown in everything that was you, but he held back, desperate for your consent, your willing embrace. His body thrummed with electric anticipation, but he forced himself to wait, needing you to take that leap with him.

"My sweet boy," you murmured, your voice cracking slightly as you leaned in closer, brushing your lips against his forehead. The warmth of his skin beneath your touch sent a comforting flutter through your chest, but the sight of his bruised face twisted your heart. You placed your hand gently on his cheek, fingers trembling slightly as you traced the outline of his face, lingering on the cut that marred his plump lower lip. It was red and swollen, a stark reminder of whatever he had been through.

"What happened?" The question slipped from your lips, heavy with concern and a desperate need to understand. You searched his eyes, those deep pools that were usually so full of life now clouded with shadows. Each second that passed without an answer felt like a knife twisting in your gut. You couldn’t help but feel the weight of the months apart pressing down on you; the world had felt so hollow without him.

Even after all this time, your feelings hadn’t dulled—they had only grown sharper, fueled by the fear of losing him again. You wanted to wrap him in your arms and shield him from every pain, every fight. He had come back, against all odds. For you. Because of you. The thought was both a balm and a burden. The intimacy of the moment hung heavily in the air—a fragile mix of relief and anxiety, love and unspoken fear. You wanted to protect him, to erase the hurt from his past, but you feared that you weren’t enough.

As you looked at him, your heart ached with the need to defy every obstacle that had pulled you apart. You could see that it scared him, too—the possibility of falling back into the darkness. You drew in a shaky breath, your thumb brushing over his lip again as if your touch could somehow erase the pain he was feeling. "Please, just tell me," you whispered, your voice barely above a breath. "I’ll be right here, I promise." The weight of your words hung between you as you tried to bridge the insurmountable distance.

At that moment, the world outside faded, leaving just the two of you caught in the chaos of emotions—anguish mixing with an undeniable spark of love that danced in your hearts. But despite the love, the turmoil of his silent suffering threatened to unravel everything you held dear. And you would do anything to keep that from happening.

Jacaerys felt the warmth of your touch on his marred lip, a jolt of electricity firing through him that made him close his eyes. He leaned into your caress, every featherlight brush igniting a craving he'd been nursing for months. Your gentle touch, the loving concern in your gaze—it was everything he’d been missing. Shame and relief danced inside him like a twisted waltz, and he couldn’t decide which one was winning.

When you asked about the bruises, he opened his eyes, suddenly feeling exposed. The vulnerability in his gaze must have struck you, and it unnerved him. Taking a deep breath, he steeled himself, knowing you deserved the truth—raw and unfiltered.

“It was a fight,” he finally admitted, his voice rough and jagged, like he was scraping it off the floor. “They threw me in detention, and some guy didn’t like that I was new. He decided he needed to make an example of me.”

There was a pause, thick with unspoken words, as he swallowed hard. It was easier to share the physical pain than the emotional weight he'd been carrying.

“But that’s not all,” he continued, his voice barely above a whisper. “They made us go through these intense therapy sessions—group and individual. I had to face everything I’ve done, all the areas where I’ve messed up. It hurt like hell, but it was necessary. I realized just how much I’d hurt you… and how much I’ve hurt myself. I couldn’t keep running from my problems; they all caught up with me there.”

His hand found yours, fingers intertwining like they were made to fit together. He needed that connection, that anchor. “I know I can’t change the past. Believe me, I wish I could. But I’m determined to change the future. I want to be the man you deserve, the man I was always meant to be. I’m committed to my sobriety, to making things right, to being better—better for you, for us.”

He took a moment to gather his thoughts, trying to find the right way to lay it all out. “And I need you. I need you like I need air. Without you, I’m lost. You’ve always been my anchor.”

His eyes searched yours, desperately seeking any sign of hope, any glimmer that could tell him you still believed in him. “I love you,” he confessed, the raw honesty crashing over him like a wave. “I love you more than words can ever say. I know I don’t deserve a second chance, but if you give it to me, I swear I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you.”

There was a moment of silence, the weight of everything he’d said hanging between you like a fragile thread, and he prayed it would hold.

"You kept my clothes?" Jacaerys repeated, the words sinking in slowly. His heart thudded against his ribs, a sudden rush of emotions sparking through him. The idea that you had held onto something so personal, a tangible piece of him, even after everything… it was overwhelming in the best possible way.

You nodded silently, still looking through your closet.

"You must have cared more than you let on," he murmured, taking a tentative step towards you. "All this time, I thought… I thought you'd moved on, that I'd pushed you away for good…"

He watched as you rifled through your closet, searching for something for him to wear. The action was so mundane, yet it spoke volumes about the depth of your feelings. You were still taking care of him, even now, even after all the pain he'd caused.

"Thank you," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion as he watched you pull out a shirt and boxers from the closet. "Thank you for keeping them… for keeping a piece of me."

He hesitated before adding, "And thank you for giving me a chance to prove myself. I won't let you down again."

As you handed him the shirt, Jacaerys took it with shaky hands, the fabric reminding him of happier times. He looked at you, his eyes reflecting a world of sorrow and hope. "I'll change in the bathroom," he said quietly.

"Wait," you blurted out, the words escaping before you could catch them. Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment as you realised what you had said. "I mean… you're dirty from your climb. You should take a bath."

You huffed, feeling the heat of his gaze linger just a little too long, making your heart race. It felt awkward after a long time apart. "Let me get it ready for you," you mumbled, slipping past him into the small bathroom that smelled faintly of lavender.

Inside, you turned on the hot water, listening to the comforting splash as it filled the tub. You grabbed a bag of vanilla-scented Epsom salts, letting the soft grains pour into the water. The sweet aroma enveloped you, mixing with the steam rising from the tub, and for a moment, the outside world faded away.

Leaning against the sink, you allowed your thoughts to drift to Jacaerys. He was so close, yet so far away, and the tension in the air was almost tangible. Despite your earlier awkwardness, warmth blossomed within you—this was the closest you’d been in months, sharing this quiet, intimate moment.

Jacaerys watched you retreat into the bathroom, his heart pounding in his chest as he processed your words. A bath… the intimacy of it wasn't lost on him. It was a gesture of care, of wanting to take care of him, even in such a small way.

He followed you into the bathroom, leaning against the doorframe as he watched you prepare the bath. The scent of vanilla filled the air, soothing and comforting. It reminded him of lazy Sunday mornings spent tangled in sheets, enjoying the warmth of your embrace.

"You don't have to do this," he said, his voice gentle. "I can manage on my own."

But even as he spoke the words, he knew he wanted you to stay. Wanted to feel your presence, your care, even if it was just in this simple act.

"Unless… unless you want to stay," he added quickly, a flicker of vulnerability crossing his face. "If you're comfortable with it, that is. I'd like that. Your company, I mean."

He crossed his arms, suddenly feeling self-conscious under your gaze. "But only if you're okay with it," he added hastily. "No pressure or anything. I just… I miss being close to you, even like this."

The tub was nearly full, steam rising in delicate tendrils to caress your skin. Jacaerys watched you, his eyes dark with a mix of longing and uncertainty. The silence stretched between you.

You paused for a moment, letting his request sink in. Back when you two were wrapped up in each other, it would have been the most natural thing in the world to say yes—no hesitation, no second-guessing. But now, standing at the doorframe, he felt like a stranger, a different version of the man you once knew, his tired eyes revealing a world of unspoken guilt.

“Yeah,” you replied, choosing to listen to your heart instead of reason. You turned off the tap, and the sound of the water ceasing felt louder than it should. As you faced him fully, the steam from the bathroom curled around you like a ghost, making the space feel intimate yet daunting. You hadn’t even taken the first step to undress, but already, that familiar feeling of vulnerability washed over you like warm water. It was as if your skin was made of glass, leaving you exposed and vulnerable.

He watched as you turned off the tap, the sudden silence punctuating the air. The steam from the bathwater created an almost ethereal atmosphere, the mist swirling around you like a protective shield. He could see the uncertainty in your eyes, the moment of hesitation that betrayed your true feelings. It made his heart ache, knowing that he had put that look there—the look of a person who had been hurt and was now wary of trusting again.

"You don't have to," he said, his voice soft yet firm. "If you're not comfortable, it's okay. Really. I can handle it on my own."

He took a step forward, reaching out to touch your arm gently. "I won't push you. I know I've done enough of that already. But if you do want to stay, if you want to be close, I'd like that. I'd like it more than you know."

He searched your face, looking for any sign of your true emotions. "We don't have to rush anything. We can take it slow. One step at a time. Whatever you're comfortable with."

Jacaerys realised that he was holding his breath, waiting for your response. He wanted to assure you, to make you feel safe and secure, but he also knew that words alone wouldn't be enough. Only actions could prove his sincerity, his commitment to being the man you deserved.

He offered you a small smile, that barely touched his eyes but held a world of hope.

"I want to… I'm just— I feel shy," you admitted softly, your gaze dropping to the floor. It felt strange to be so exposed in front of him after all this time, memories flooding back. The first time your bare forms had intertwined in the soft glow of the evening light, you had both whispered sweet nothings, the air thick with a blend of naiveness and excitement.

With a deep breath, you decided it was time to bridge that gap. As you reached down to untie your pyjama shorts, the fabric slipped away from your hips, pooling at your feet. The cool air made every nerve ending alive with anticipation. You stepped out of them, now standing only in your soft lace underwear and a white tank top that draped lightly over your figure.

You could feel the warmth of his gaze on you, a mix of admiration and something deeper, causing a flutter in your stomach. The room held a quiet intimacy, filled with the soft sounds of your breathing and the faint rustle of fabric as you moved. A smile crept onto your lips, remembering those moments of gentle exploration where every touch felt electric, and every word of praise hung in the air like a shared secret.

Jacaerys felt his breath catch in his throat as he watched you disrobe, the vulnerability of the moment seizing him. The sight of you, standing there in your lace undies and soft tank top, was almost too much to bear. Memories flooded back, images of your skin under his fingertips, the taste of your lips, the sound of your moans… he had to physically shake himself to keep from drowning in the past.

He took a step towards you, his gaze roaming over your form, drinking in every curve, every dip, every inch of you. A warmth spread through him, a longing so intense it bordered on pain. His hands ached to touch you, to feel your smooth skin beneath his fingertips, but he held himself back. This moment was about rebuilding trust, about showing you that he could be gentle, patient, and everything you needed.

Slowly, reverently, he reached out to trail a finger along your collarbone, marvelling at the softness of your skin. "You're beautiful," he breathed, his voice husky. "Always have been, always will be."

He looked into your eyes, his own dark with desire and something deeper, something that spoke of love and yearning and a desperate need to make things right. "Thank you," he whispered, his finger tracing a gentle path down to your shoulder.

There was a moment of silence, heavy with tension and possibility. The air between you felt charged, electric, like a live wire ready to spark at the slightest touch. Jacaerys held his breath, waiting for you to make the next move, wanting to follow your lead, to show you that he respected your comfort and your desires.

The room suddenly felt too small, too intimate. It was full of nostalgia and anticipation, a bittersweet cocktail that left him dizzy with want and need and a desperate, aching hope.

Hesitantly at first, and slowly, you leaned in, feeling the warmth radiating off him. Your heart raced as you captured his lips in a soft kiss, the world around you fading into a gentle blur. Your lips moved together, soft and lingering, as a spark ignited between you. You felt his hair, silky and slightly tousled, slipping between your fingers as you tangled your hands in it, drawing him closer. The weight of his body against yours sent a thrill through you, the two of you fitting together like pieces of a puzzle.

Jacaerys' heart raced as he felt your lips against his, the warmth of your breath mingling with his own. The kiss was soft, gentle, a perfect reflection of the moment—fragile and new, yet filled with the promise of something more. It was a kiss that whispered of hope and possibility, of a future where maybe, just maybe, they could find their way back to each other.

His hands found your waist, fingers splaying across your skin like he was trying to memorize every inch of you. He pulled you closer, wanting to erase the distance between you, to feel your body flush against his. It was a need that went beyond the physical, a desperate longing to reconnect, to find that missing piece of himself that had always fit so perfectly with you.

After what felt like an eternity, you reluctantly pulled back just enough to look into his eyes, those deep pools reflecting a mixture of warmth and curiosity. “The bath will get cold soon,” you said softly, a playful smile tugging at your lips while your fingers brushed through his curls, enjoying the way they curled around your fingertips.

He was breathless, his eyes dark with desire and something that spoke of love and longing and a fierce protectiveness. He watched as you smiled, your fingers brushing through his curls, and he couldn't help but lean into your touch.

At the mention of the bath, he chuckled softly, his hand sliding down to find yours, intertwining your fingers together. "You're right," he murmured, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. "We should… we should get in before it gets cold."

He hesitated for a moment, his gaze searching your face, looking for any sign of hesitation or discomfort. When he found none, he took a deep breath and nodded, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. "Together?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, the question hanging in the air between you, heavy with meaning and possibility.

"Do you want to?" you asked in a timid voice, your heart racing as you braced yourself for the possibility of rejection. The gentle press of his lips against yours had reignited feelings you thought you had buried deep within yourself, and the warmth of his touch reminded you of everything you had been trying to suppress for far too long.

You had already taken off your shorts, the fabric pooling around your feet, thinking that he’d want nothing more than to be close to you in this intimate moment. Yet, now, standing before him in just your shirt and underwear, your heart thudded harder with uncertainty. His eyes searched yours, and you could feel the weight of the question lingering in the air, casting a shadow of nervousness over your excitement.

You couldn't help but feel a bit silly, second-guessing yourself, even though every part of you craved to close that distance and dive into the warmth of his embrace.

Jacaerys' heart clenched at the wavering in your voice, the hesitation that coloured your words. He could see the vulnerability in your eyes, the way you were bracing yourself for rejection, and it made him want to pull you close, to hold you close and never let go.

"Yes," he said softly, his voice thick with emotion. "More than anything."

He reached out, his hand cupping your cheek, his thumb grazing over your bottom lip. "I want to be close to you. In every way possible."

He leaned in, his forehead resting against yours, his eyes closing as he savoured the moment. "I know I've hurt you," he whispered, his breath mingling with yours.

His hands slid up your sides, his fingers skimming over your ribs, your waist, until they came to rest on your shoulders. He gazed into your eyes, his own dark with desire and something deeper, something that spoke of love and longing and a desperate need to make things right.

"I want to be with you," he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "In the bath, in bed, wherever you'll have me. I just… I need to be close to you. I need to feel you, touch you, love you."

The sincerity in his voice was palpable, the honesty in his eyes unwavering. He was giving you control, putting your comfort and your desires first. It was a stark contrast to the man he had been before, and it made your heart ache with the knowledge that he had changed, that he was trying to be better.

The room felt charged with tension. The steam from the bath wafted around you both, creating a hazy, dreamlike atmosphere. The soft glow of the bathroom light cast a warm, gentle light over your skin, making you feel frail and vulnerable.

You just nodded in response. No need for words with unspoken understanding. Your fingers danced softly down to the hem of his shirt, tugging it, hinting for him to take it off. A little smirk threatened to slip out as you remembered all the times you had been here before.

Jacaerys wasted no time, flipping his shirt off with an urgency that made you chuckle. There was something so endearing about the way he was always so eager. You turned your back to him, pulling your tank top off slowly, fully aware that you were teasing him. The air felt cold against your skin, but the warmth of his gaze surrounded you.

When you spun back around, you caught him standing there, completely captivated. He was like a painting of desire, his eyes wide and filled with admiration as he took in the sight of you. Without thinking, he hurriedly worked at his belt, the metal buckle clinking softly in the quiet room. His jeans dropped to the floor, leaving him standing there in nothing but his boxers, his erection straining against the fabric.

He stepped towards you, his hands reaching out to cup your face, his thumbs brushing over your cheeks. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. "So perfect."

His lips found yours in a searing kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth, tasting you, claiming you. He walked you backwards until your legs hit the edge of the bathtub, his hands sliding down your sides, your hips, your thighs.

He broke the kiss, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "I need you," he rasped, his eyes dark with desire. "I need to be inside you, to feel you."

His hands slid down to your hips, thumbs hooking into the waistband of your panties. He looked up at you, his eyes dark with desire, seeking permission. "Can I?" he asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

When you nodded, his hands hooked into the waistband of your panties, tugging them down your legs, his fingers trailing over your skin as he went, your breath hitching. He stepped back, his gaze raking over your naked form, his cock throbbing in response.

"Get in the bath," he commanded softly, his voice thick with need. "I'll join you in a minute."

He turned away, giving you a moment of privacy as he quickly shed his boxers. When he turned back around, he was completely naked, his erection jutting proudly from his hips. You bite back a grin upon seeing the effect you still had on him.

He stepped into the bath, the warm water enveloping him like a blanket. He leaned back against the tub, pulling you into his lap, your back pressed against his chest, your head resting on his shoulder.

Your eyes fluttered closed as you melted into his embrace, enjoying having him close yet again. His pale torso is marred with purple and green bruises, but they didn't hurt, not when he was with you anyway.

Carefully, you turn your head to face him, littering his neck in soft kisses and bites, soothing them with your tongue. His skin tastes salty, filling your senses. You press yourself against him tighter, your breasts flattening against his chest, nipples hardening in the cool air. His hands slide over your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh, pulling you impossibly closer.

"I missed this," you murmur, your lips brushing against his ear. "Missed being close to you."

Jacaerys groaned softly as your lips found his neck, your teeth grazing his skin. The sensation sent shivers down his spine, his cock twitching against your back. He tilted his head to the side, giving you better access, his hands sliding up your sides, his thumbs brushing over your nipples.

"I missed this too," he rasped, his voice rough with desire. "Missed holding you, touching you, tasting you."

He rolled his hips, grinding his hard length against your ass, the water sloshing around you both. His hands slid down to your thighs, lifting you slightly, his cock nestling between your legs, the head brushing against your clit.

The sensation made your core tighten, your inner walls clenching around nothing, a silent moan escaping your parted lips. You could feel the heat of him. Your breath hitched, your heart racing as he teased you, his cock rubbing against your most sensitive spot.

"Jacaerys," you breathed, your voice trembling with need. "Please…"

"I want you," he growled, his teeth nipping at your earlobe. "Want to be inside you, want to make you scream my name."

His hand slid between your legs, his fingers finding your slick folds, stroking you slowly, teasingly. "You're so wet," he murmured, his voice filled with awe. "So ready for me."

"Tell me what you want," he whispered against your lips, his eyes dark with desire. "Tell me how you want me to make you feel."

His fingers toyed with your clit, rubbing slow circles around the sensitive nub. Your hips bucked against his hand, seeking more of his touch. "That's it, baby," he encouraged, his voice low and husky. "Ride my fingers. Get yourself ready for my cock."

He continued to rub your clit, his other hand sliding down to tease your entrance. He circled your opening with his finger, gathering the wetness that had gathered there. "Fuck, you're so wet," he groaned, pushing one finger inside you, then two. He pumped them in and out, curling them to hit that special spot inside you.

Your head fell back against his shoulder, a moan escaping your lips as he worked you open for him. Fuck, no one had touched you like this in months. Not after him. And your fingers never felt this good.

You were already embarrassingly close to the edge, his fingers making you mad with pleasure. "Oh, fuck, just like that," you whimpered, eyes screwing shut.

His fingers curled inside you, hitting that spot that made your toes curl. You could feel the pressure building, your thighs trembling, your core tightening around his digits.

Jacaerys groaned as he felt your walls tighten around his fingers, your moans filling the steamy bathroom. He could tell you were close, your body trembling with need. He wanted to push you over the edge, to make you come undone in his arms.

"That's it, baby," he rasped, his fingers pumping faster, harder. "Come for me. Let go."

His other hand slid up to your breast, pinching and rolling your nipple between his fingers. The dual sensations were too much, and with a cry of his name, you came, your gummy walls clamping down around his fingers, your juices coating his hand.

He held you through it, his fingers slowing their movements as you rode out the waves of your orgasm. "Fuck, you're so beautiful when you come," he murmured, pressing a kiss to your neck.

As you started to come down from your high, he slowly withdrew his fingers from your dripping core. He brought them to his lips, sucking your essence from his digits, his eyes locked on yours. "Delicious," he purred, his voice low.

He turned you around in his lap, your knees bracketing his hips. His cock was hard and heavy against your stomach, the head leaking pre-cum. "I need to be inside you," he growled, his hands gripping your hips. "Need to feel you wrapped around me."

He reached between your bodies, grasping his shaft and lining it up with your entrance. You bit your lip as you felt his blunt tip breaching your tight heat, thighs trembling with anticipation.

With a slow, deliberate thrust, Jacaerys pushed forward, his thick cock stretching you open, filling you inch by delicious inch. You gasped at the intrusion, your walls fluttering around him, adjusting to his size. He groaned at the sensation, his eyes rolling back in his head. "Fuck, you feel so good," he rasped, his voice strained with pleasure. "So tight, so perfect."

He held himself still for a moment, letting you get used to the feeling of him inside you.

Your eyes rolled back in your head as Jacaerys pushed his thick cock deeper inside you. "Ahh, fuck!" you whined, your lips quivering with pleasure. You even couldn't wait for him to move, your hips starting to roll impatiently over his shaft.

"You feel so good, Jace," you mumbled, your mind going blank as you focused solely on the sensation of him stretching you open. "So big in me." You started bouncing on his cock, needing to feel more of him, to be ruined by him.

The water sloshed around you as you rode him, some of it spilling onto the bathroom floor. But you didn't care, lost in the feeling of him filling you, satisfying me. Your nails dug into his shoulders, your breath coming in ragged gasps.

Jacaerys groaned as you started to bounce on his cock, your tight heat engulfing him, squeezing him tight. "Fuck," he growled, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises. "You feel so fucking good."

He thrust up to meet your movements, his hips snapping forward, driving his cock deeper into your welcoming heat. The water splashed around you both, the sound mixing with your moans and his grunts.

"That's it, baby," he urged, his voice raspy with desire. "Ride my cock. Take what you need."

His hands slid up your body, cupping your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your nipples. He pinched and rolled the sensitive buds between his fingers, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core.

Your nails dug into his shoulders, your head thrown back in ecstasy as you chased your release. "Jace," you moaned, your voice high and needy. "Please, I need… I need…"

"Yeah? Use your words, baby," he rasped, his hips pistoning upwards, his cock hitting that spot inside you that made you see stars.

You couldn't believe how incredible it felt to have Jacaerys' thick cock stretching your tight, wet pussy again. He filled you up so perfectly, hitting all the right spots deep inside. Each powerful thrust made your toes curl, your walls clenching around his shaft.

"Oh fuck, Jace!" You cried out, your nails raking down his back. "Your cock feels so fucking good inside me! Don't stop!"

You rode him hard and fast, your tits bouncing with each movement. The obscene sounds of pleasure and water splattering on the floor echoed off the bathroom tiles. You could feel your orgasm building, your clit throbbing with need.

"Mmm yeah, just like that," you moaned, grinding your hips down.

You threw your head back, your hair flying as you lost yourself in the intense pleasure.

Jacaerys groaned as you rode him harder, your tight pussy gripping his cock like a vice. "Fuck," he grunted, his hips snapping up to meet your downward thrusts. "My pretty girl," Jace groaned possessively.

He leaned forward, capturing one of your bouncing nipples in his mouth, sucking and nibbling on the sensitive bud. His hands gripped your ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he helped guide your movements, urging you to take him deeper.

"That's it, baby," he growled against your skin, his voice muffled by your breast.

Jacaerys felt like he was losing his mind with pleasure, your tight cunt squeezing his cock so perfectly. He wanted to fuck you forever, to never stop feeling you wrapped around him.

"Fuck, your pussy feels like heaven," he groaned, his hips slamming up to meet yours. "So fucking tight and wet for me. You love my cock, don't you? Love feeling me stretch you open?"

"Yes!" You cry out, your voice echoing off the bathroom tiles. "I love your cock so fucking much!"

Your hips move wildly on top of him, your cunt clenching around his thick shaft. It's like your body remembers him, remembers how perfectly he fills you up. You missed this so much, missed the way he makes you feel, the way he touches you like he owns me. Cause, after all, he was made for you and you for him.

You look down at him, your eyes glazed over with pleasure, your lips parted in a silent moan. "Fuck, Jace," you pant, your nails pressing into his shoulders. "Your cock is stretching me so good. I'm so fucking close."

Jacaerys groaned at your words, his cock throbbing inside you, the tight heat of your pussy driving him wild. "Fuck," he growled, his hips slamming up to meet yours, driving his cock deep inside you. "You take my cock so well, baby. Like you were made for me."

He leaned forward, capturing your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth, tasting you. His hands gripped your hips, guiding your movements, urging you to ride him harder, faster.

"I love feeling you wrapped around me," he rasped against your lips. "Love knowing that I'm the only one who gets to make you feel this good."

His release was building, his balls tightening, his cock pulsing inside you. He was close, so fucking close. But he held back, wanting to feel you come first, wanting to give you the pleasure you deserved, wanting to feel your pussy clenching around him as you screamed his name.

Jacaerys' mind was consumed with lust, his thoughts swirling with filthy images of you. He imagined bending you over the bathroom counter, fucking you from behind as he watched your ass bounce with each thrust. He pictured you on your knees, your pretty lips wrapped around his cock as he fed you his length, your eyes watering as he hit the back of your throat.

He wanted to mark you, to claim you as his own. He wanted to leave his fingerprints on your hips, bite marks on your neck, proof that you belonged to him and him alone.

You could feel your second release approaching, your velvety walls spasming wildly around his thick shaft, your hips bucking against his. "I'm so close," you whined in a high-pitched voice, your head falling forward as you lost yourself in the overwhelming pleasure.

Your mind was consumed with lust, your thoughts swirling with filthy images of Jacaerys. You imagined him pounding into you harder, faster, his hips slapping against your ass with each powerful thrust. You pictured him flipping you over, taking you from behind, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips as he claimed you, marking you as his own.

You wanted to feel him everywhere, to be filled by him completely. You craved the sensation of his hot seed spilling inside you, marking you, claiming you. You wanted to be his, body and soul, to belong to him in every way possible.

Your nails raked down his back, leaving red lines in their wake as you urged him on, desperate for more, for everything he had to give. "Please, Jace," you begged, your voice ragged with need. "Make me cum. I need it. I need you."

Jacaerys groaned as he felt your pussy clench around his cock, your walls fluttering and spasming as you neared your release. "That's it, baby," he growled, his hips slamming up to meet yours, driving his cock deep inside you. "Cum for me. Cum on my fucking cock."

He leaned forward, capturing your lips in a searing kiss, swallowing your moans as you rode him harder, faster. His hands gripped your hips, guiding your movements, urging you to take him deeper, to milk his cock for all it was worth.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he rasped against your lips, his voice strained with pleasure. "So fucking perfect."

"Cum for me," he demanded, his voice rough with lust. "Show me how much you love being fucked by me."

He reached between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing the sensitive nub in tight circles. The added stimulation was all it took to push you over the edge, your pussy clamping down around his cock as you came, your juices gushing out around his shaft.

"Fuck, yes," he groaned, his hips stuttering as he felt you come undone. "That's my girl. My perfect, beautiful girl."

He thrust into you a few more times, chasing his release, before burying himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing as he filled you with his seed. He held you close, his arms wrapped around your waist, his face buried in your neck as he rode out the waves of his orgasm.

"I love you," he murmured against your skin, his voice soft and tender. "I love you so fucking much."

"A-ahh," you let out a broken sob as your orgasm crashed over you, your body going limp on top of Jacaerys. Your hips twitched involuntarily, moving on their own as the last waves of pleasure washed through you.

You collapsed against his toned chest, your face buried in the crook of his neck as you tried to catch your breath. Your heart was racing, and your skin was slick with sweat and water. You felt boneless, completely spent like all the tension and stress had been fucked out of you.

Jacaerys' arms wrapped around you, holding you close as you came down from your high. You could feel his heartbeat beneath your cheek, steady and strong. You wanted to stay like this forever, lost in the afterglow, safe in his embrace.

But even as you basked in the warmth of his love, you couldn't shake the nagging feeling that this was all too good to be true. That at any moment, it would all come crashing down, leaving you broken and alone once again.

You pushed the thought away, not wanting to ruin this perfect moment. For now, you would let yourself believe in the fairytale, in the promise of happily ever after.

"I love you," you murmured against his skin, your voice raspy and raw. "I love you so much, Jacaerys."

And for a brief, shining moment, you let yourself believe that maybe, this time it would be different. That this time, your love would be enough.

Jacaerys held you close as you came down from your high, your body trembling with the aftershocks of your orgasm. He could feel the way your heart raced beneath his fingertips, the way your breath hitched as he brushed his lips against your temple.

"I love you too," he murmured, his voice soft and tender. "More than anything in this world."

He knew that you had your doubts, that you were afraid of getting hurt again. But he wanted to prove to you that this was different, that what you had was real and lasting.

He pulled back slightly, cupping your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing over your cheekbones. "Hey," he said gently, his eyes searching yours. "Look at me."

When you met his gaze, he smiled, his heart swelling with love and affection. "I know you're scared," he said softly, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. "But I'm not going anywhere. I'm here to stay, for as long as you'll have me."

He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, your nose, and your cheeks, before finally capturing your lips in a tender, loving kiss. He poured all of his emotions into the kiss, all of his love and devotion, hoping that you could feel it, could understand the depth of his feelings for you.

When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, his eyes closed as he savoured the moment. "I know it's not going to be easy," he said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I'm willing to do whatever it takes to make this work, to make us work."

He opened his eyes, gazing into yours with a fierce intensity. "I love you," he said again, his voice filled with conviction. "And I'm going to spend the rest of my life proving it to you if that's what it takes."

Hearing his words made your heart soar, and without thinking, you pulled him into a passionate kiss. It was wet and messy, a beautiful chaos where both of you poured every ounce of emotion into that moment. Your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging gently at the nape of his neck, feeling the warmth radiate from his skin. When you finally pulled back, breathless gasps filled the air, and your pupils dilated in the soft glow of the surroundings.

“Jace,” you murmured, nuzzling your nose against his, your foreheads resting together. Your breaths intertwined, creating a rhythm that matched the quickening of your hearts, each inhale and exhale echoing the sweetness of the moment. You brushed your thumb delicately over his cheek, tracing the outline of his bruise—a reminder of the fights. “I won’t let this happen to you again. Like I said… I have a bat,” you chuckled, the playful glint in your eyes as you placed a chaste kiss on his lips.

But then an uncomfortable sting shot through your knees and thighs from being in the same position for too long. Your fingers looked like raisins from the long 'bath', pruney and wrinkled, but somehow, even that felt amusing in the warmth of the moment. You couldn’t help but smile, knowing that no matter the discomfort, you’d choose him every time.

Jacaerys chuckled at your joke, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled. "I'll hold you to that," he teased, his fingers tracing patterns on your lower back. "My own personal bodyguard."

He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, savouring the taste of you, the feel of your skin against his. When he pulled back, he noticed the discomfort on your face, the way you shifted slightly, trying to ease the ache in your knees and thighs.

"Come on," he murmured, his voice gentle and caring. "Let's get you out of this tub before you turn into a prune."

He stood up slowly, his cock slipping out of you with a soft pop, a trail of your combined fluids following in its wake. He reached down, his hands strong and sure as he lifted you effortlessly from the tub, water cascading off your skin.

You let out a soft gasp as Jacaerys slipped out of you, your body still sensitive from the intense pleasure you had just shared. He gave you a cocky smirk, clearly pleased with himself, and you couldn't help but roll your eyes playfully.

"Show off," you teased, but there was no real bite to your words. You were too content, too happy to be in his arms again.

He wrapped a fluffy towel around your shoulders, and another around your waist, before grabbing one for himself. He dried you off gently, his touch tender and loving, taking his time to make sure every inch of your skin was dry.

Once you were both dry, he scooped you up in his arms, carrying you to the bedroom.

You yelped in surprise when he suddenly scooped you up, your arms instinctively wrapping around his neck as he carried you to the bedroom. You laughed softly, the sound light and carefree, as he laid you down on the bed, crawling in beside you, pulling you close to his chest.

It was like he had never left, like no time had passed at all. He knew exactly where everything was like he had never left. It warmed your heart and made you feel safe and loved in a way you hadn't felt in a long time.

You went and grabbed fresh underwear from the cupboard, slipping it on as Jacaerys picked up the clothes you had given him from the bed. For a moment, you moved in silence, comfortable in each other's presence, content just to be near each other.

Jacaerys watched as you slipped into your underwear, his eyes roaming over your body appreciatively. He could feel his cock stirring to life again, but he pushed the thought aside, knowing that you needed time to recover.

He picked up his clothes from the bed, slipping into them slowly, savouring the feeling of being in your space again. It felt like coming home like everything was exactly as it should be.

As he slipped on his shirt, he caught sight of you in the mirror, your reflection soft and beautiful in the dim light of the bedroom. He felt a surge of love and possessiveness, a primal urge to claim you, to mark you as his own.

But he pushed the thought aside, knowing that you needed gentleness and patience. He would give you all the time you needed to heal, to trust again.

He turned to face you, a soft smile on his face. "What do you want to do now?" he asked, his voice gentle. "We could order some food, watch a movie, or just talk. Whatever you want, baby. I'm here for you."

He sat down on the edge of the bed, reaching out to take your hand in his. His thumb brushed over your knuckles, his touch warm and comforting.

"Or," he added, a playful spark in his eye, "we could pick up where we left off in the bathroom. I'm not tired yet."

He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, a playful smirk on his face. He knew you were sore, knew that you probably needed time to recover, but he couldn't resist teasing you a little.

"But seriously," he said, his voice softening, "whatever you want. I'm here for you. Always."

You smirked, poking your cheek with your tongue playfully. Then, in a flash, you lunged at Jacaerys, tackling him onto the bed. You landed on top of him, straddling his hips as he let out a surprised grunt.

"Well," you purred, your eyes sparkling with mischief as you leaned down, your hair falling around your head. "A movie and food does sound pretty good, doesn't it?"

You could feel his cock hardening beneath you, pressing against your core through the thin fabric of your underwear. The knowledge that you could still affect him so easily sent a thrill through you.

Jacaerys let out a surprised grunt as you tackled him onto the bed, your body landing on top of his. He grinned up at you, his eyes dark with desire as he took in the sight of you straddling his hips.

"A movie and food, huh?" he teased, his hands sliding up your thighs, his fingers toying with the hem of your underwear. "I think I can arrange that."

He reached up, cupping your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing over your cheekbones. "But first," he murmured, his voice low and husky, "I think I need a little appetiser."

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teddynivvy · 4 months ago

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kinktober day 15 - hate fucking with ted nivison

warnings: you and ted are exes, smoking, afab!reader

seeing ted across the crowded room at one of schlatt's parties was not particularly surprising, given that you still had tons of mutual friends, and refused to miss a good party. when you spotted him though, you held eye contact, watching his eyes fall up and down your body before he went back to flirting with the girl in front of him. you rolled your eyes, grabbing your solo cup off the counter, before heading outside to the patio.

the air was cold, given it was mid-october, and the smoke you pulled from your cigarette blew into the wind. your nipples were showing through your tight t-shirt, and you barely looked up when you heard the patio door open and shut behind you. it wasn't until you felt his presence that you realized it was ted, reaching for the cigarette between your fingers. "why are you here?" you asked, yanking it back from him, and putting it between your lips. you leaned on the railing, noticing his presence above you, as he blew the smoke out. "why wouldn't i be here? schlatt's my best friend, if you remember."

you scoffed at him before handing him the rest of the cig, pushing past to go into the crowded apartment. "well, have fun with your new toy over there," you motioned to the girl ted had left in the corner, staring down into her drink. "seems you moved on."

you felt ted's hand around your wrist, pulling you towards him. "can we talk about this somewhere else? before you piss me off?" ted rarely got mad, hardly even annoyed, so you were a little surprised at his tone.

he pulled you up the stairs into schlatt's bedroom, closing the door behind him. he had a rather imposing presence, as you felt the backs of your knees hit the soft mattress below you. "what do you want, ted? you broke up with me, remember..." you sighed, looking up at him. his large hand came down to cup your face, before pulling you in for an aggressive kiss. you pulled away immediately, your hand coming to his chest to push him away. "fuck you," you spat. "leave me alone. i fucking hate you."

the way you were looking at him only made him more brazen, as his lips crashed into yours. the sweet taste of cigarettes and tequila felt like home, as you let it get the better of you and collapsed onto the mattress. within seconds, your clothes were in a heap on the floor, your ankles hooked around ted's waist as he pawed at the flesh of your ass.

"i thought you hated me," he laughed, positioning his cock at your ready entrance. you rolled your eyes, laughing to yourself, before pressing your foreheads together. "i fucking do, you're the worst," you laughed, before a pathetic whimper left your lips. his cock filled you up in the most perfect way, as he latched onto the side of your neck to suck a deep purple hickey into the sensitive skin there.

"oh, god," you breathed out, trying to fight the orgasm that was building quickly. one thing about ted was that he always knew the exact right spot to rut against you so that your clit was getting the perfect amount of friction, leading you immediately to the most perfect orgasms. a sharp sting of his ringed hand on your ass made you yelp, his chain dangling in your face, as he looked down at you. you could still make out his soft brown eyes in the dim light, pink lips that you missed kissing, and it almost made you miss him.

"can i come in you?" he asked, softly, before kissing the soft underside of your jaw. your eyes were hazy, orgasm coming quickly, and you couldn't help but yearn to feel him fill you up one more time. "y-yeah, fuck, just don't stop doing that. please." you kept him close in as he kept his punishing pace, your climax coming at the same time as his, while your lips connected in a passionate kiss. your hands found his hair, tugging on it lightly as you moaned his name into his mouth over and over, feeling his warm cum spill inside of you.

while you came down together and caught your breath, you didn't know what to do. the man that had broken your heart only a few months prior laid next to you, soft pink cheeks and the same goofy smile you fell in love with, and you felt conflicted. when his warm brown eyes met yours, and he interlocked his fingers with yours once more, you felt yourself smile. "do you still hate me?" a giggle escaped your lips. "a little. we might have to do that a few more times."

#chuckle sandwich x reader #chuckle sandwich fanfiction #ted nivison x reader #ted nivison fanfiction #ted nivison smut #nat writes #natalie's kinktober fuckfest

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dreams-of-me · 24 days ago

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All Aflame

Reiner x Reader

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: Minors DNI, NSFW, Military!Reiner, Engagement, deep penetration, vaginal penetration, creampie, AFAB Reader, Angst.

This will probably be part 1 of two in this series because i have to write him coming back from war and the news you have to share with him. Its super long but it felt so good to write again. please enjoy and more to cum!

It's been 3 years since his discharge. He’s Reiner but he's different. Like he's in a dream, i can't put my finger on it specifically but it feels like he's.. Lit up. In a negative way. Like smoke inhalation. Like he's burning, and I don't know how to fix it. I'm scared I'm losing him and I fear that he won't be able to handle the news I have to share with him.

When we met, I was 18 and fresh out of Basic training. He was 20 out of basic but we were different. He knew college wasn't for him and he knew that he loved his country enough to serve during a war. He was alive then, quiet, stern, but once he was out of his shell he was a whole new person. Still steady and reliable and strong but funny and free. Although still holding himself back for some reason. Nonetheless, I fell in love with him. It was so filling and consuming much like a flame. He was what I needed, the solid ground to my sky. Because I knew where I came from, he was here by choice and I was here because I had no other place to go. It was the army or sell myself and I knew that was the ultimate and final choice. Throughout basic he helped me and taught me and I cared for him, even in the barracks it was limited access that I yearned for almost every day and when we graduated and no one came to tap me out, he did. His family came for him and he came for me. I embraced him for what felt like forever and at the end of the embrace he got down on one knee with the stone he clutched while running to me.

“Marry Me.”

“Reiner… yes.”

In that instant everything faded and we were in bliss. He was almost completely free. Before we got stationed we got a place together and lived like newly weds even though we hadn't even started planning the glamorous and fabulous wedding his parents, more specifically his mother, wanted. We were content in our little bubble. We were happy.

He was leaning on the wall by the kitchen with his arms crossed. Light grey sweatpants with his calvin klein underwear showing slightly at the top. No shirt, his chest and abs completely exposed. His hair was a mess and the stubble from his beard was finally beginning to grow in a subtle way that makes you want to rub your face against it. He watched me for a while before speaking.

“What am i going to do with you”

“Reiner please, all did was make dinner”

“Yes, but youre supposed to be in bed with me. What is a world where I wake up and I don't find you next to me.”

“Hahaha honey please, just come eat.”

“I’ll do it but not because you told me to.”

He sat at the table that his body made look small in the corner of the living room. Laid back with his arms loosely crossed watching me as it set everything out for him.

“I gotta put a baby in you if you keep feeding me like this.”

“Oh boy this again. Just eat.”

The food was still steaming, a white rice that seemed to glow under the light above the table, a cucumber salad, teriyaki chicken, and beef strips. He ate a ton but it all went to his frame and thank god for it. I’m tall for a woman, but he still towers over me in a way that makes me feel small. He envelopes me in his warmth in the best way. I looked up at him eating slowly but gleefully and smiled. We engaged in small talk over the food.

“You know, they're never going to deploy us to the same place.” “Even if that's true, it won't mean anything.”

“Reiner are you sure because if we’re deployed and we get back and have to break-”

“That wouldn't even happen in your dreams.” “I'm just saying, people change.” “In the year and 6 months that you’ve known me have I changed?”

“No.. but that not a comparable amount of time” “You're right it's less.” He put his fork down and held my hand, caressing the ring he placed there. “You're mine, and I'm yours, and it will be that way even in 50 years. No amount of time, distance, or trauma will change my love for you. Okay?”

“Alright.”

“Good.”

“So how’s your mom” “I wont answer that because i know you don't really care”

“Hehe, I'm glad you know me so well.”

We were happiest in each other's presence, we hadn't left the apartment in days knowing that next week we would be apart for months. Sleep, eating, showering, all of it and more, always together, inseparable.

He washed over me like sunlight and I accepted every ray. We layed in bed again and he layed on my stomach grasping me as if I was trying to leave. Entangled in each other, I caressed his hair with another hand drawing circles along his bicep that held me down.

“Ya know, when we leave next we-”

“Please stop, stop bringing it up just… just lay here with me a little longer.”

“If we can't ignore it forever, it's going to happen.”

“I know, but I don't want to think about it right now.”

“If not now then when”

“After you finish for me… the third time.”

“What?”

He was finding his way to my core. Kissing me sucking on my thighs. Making me exhale shakily when he started to pull my shorts off.

“Ri.. you're stalling.”

“One of many things you know I'm good at.”

“Ah- a well trained soldier indeed.”

He closed his lips around my clit, suckling and licking all over shooting waves of pleasure all through me. It was his way of taking control for once. Letting him do all the work was the only thing he asked for when we made love.

He left my core a soaking wet mess as he trailed more kisses up my body, slowly lifting my extremely large t-shirt that is actually his, up and exposing my chest. He closed on the opportunity to suck on my nipples just as gleefully as he did my more.

“Mmm Ri, if you're going to rile me up at least give me what the first time around.”

“You're so right, round one always goes to you just like in basic.”

He slid back down, beginning to ravish me just how I liked it. Sucking on my puffy red clit and drawing circles with his thumb when he isn't using his mouth. He was large enough to sit on his knees and lift my lower half to his face. Finishing his meal, he let me cry out his name a few times before using two fingers from his free hand to curl into me while his mouth did the rest of the work. I convulsed into his mouth gasping as I came all over his face. His stubble looked so good when it was wet.

“My turn,” He said in a low voice.

He set me down, kissed my tummy and flipped me over. He was slow and decisive with his movements. Using his hands to feel all over my body, taking the time to slap by ass with a force that made me moan. He pulled me up so that I was on all fours. He spread me, taking the view in of my soaked sex and although i couldn't see him i just knew that he was biting his lip. It made me want him even more. He moved to his sweatpants and underwear. Letting them get below his mid thigh, almost to his knee. He pushed the tip in letting himself take in the heat and slick that he created.

“How do you want it baby?”

“However will make you miss me the most when we're done.”

“Jesus.”

He pushed into me slowly making me moan his name. He stayed there for a moment. His hands caressing my body and finding my hips. I still hadn't known what he chose. What would make me miss the most? Then he tightened his grip on my hips and stroked nicely and slowly. The feeling made me gasp as he passed the best spots inside me.

“Oh god Ri.”

“I gave you the option to choose didn't I?”

He was slow but precise in his movements. Making sure he hit my favorite spots every time he stoked but still slow enough to keep me wanting more every time he pulled back. I loved the way he filled me up so slowly that I could feel my insides stretching around him. He sped up a little and I knew he was close. But he maintains the diligent strokes he started with.

“Fuck.”

“Ri, I need ah- I need more.”

He grunted a response and let a hand fall from my right hip to my clit once again. He maintained his speed and rubbed me slowly but I was already so close to cumming around him. I arched my back and pushed back.

“Give it all to me baby.”

He thrusted hard and slow and rubbed me quickly. I was creaming all over him and filling me up. He pulled out slowly making me shudder as I collapsed face first into the bed. I was catching my breath when I felt him standing over me.

“One more.”

“Huh.”

He picked me up, hooking my knees with his arms and letting my still wet core rub against his abs. I wrapped my arms around his neck and shuddered again.

He looked at me, eyes low. He licked his lips, signaling for me to kiss him. And I did. Entrapped his lips in mine as he walked towards the closet knowing there would be mirrors for both of us to watch everything going on. I was still kissing him when lifted me up slightly, gliding me onto his dick. I threw my head back in pleasure and moaned.

“Ahh yess Ri.”

“Talk to me baby.”

He let that be his cue to use me as a fleshlight. Pounding in and out of me one moment and stroking slowly into me the next. He gripped the hell out of my ass and I was sure it would leave a mark in the morning. But the feeling of him being so deep in me was making my mind fog. He wanted me to talk to him but I was fighting just to keep my eyes open and breathe. I let all my weight fall on him as I whispered in his ear.

“All yours, always.”

He grunted again and I felt his dick twitch inside me. He pushed me all the way down his cock. Making me groan and bend under the feeling of being so full. He leaned against a dresser behind him. His legs were giving out. I accommodated this using the little strength I had left to put my feet atop the dresser and lift myself off of him with his help. He picked me up and slammed me on him time and time again.

“I could never get enough of you even in 40 years im gonna be fucking you til you need a new cane.”

“Ugh way to ruin the mood. Why even mention old wrinkly sex Reiner?”

“You know I'm not good with words. But how is the mood ruined when you're still gripping me so well?”

He went back to using me, making sure I couldn't do anything to stop him even if I wanted to.

He was slamming me on his cock and I couldn't hold my cries back every time he did. It hurt so good. He put his head in my neck, breathing hard and closing his eyes. That's how I knew he was close. He always latched onto me in some way. I was close too, I felt my legs shaking and my insides quivering. The next moment I was cuming on him again and he was filling me up. I held onto him tightly feeling his load drip out of me and onto his thighs. But I still felt so full. I let my weight fall on him, completely exhausted. He lifted me off of him but still carried me. We went into the bathroom and washed off. We almost fell asleep in the tub. The hot water was bliss although he always complains that I have it too hot. He got up first. Grabbing the towel and wrapping it around his waist. Then he helped me up out of the tub. Passed me the towel and drained the water. We walked into the kitchen to grab water before getting dressed and getting back in bed. I hadn't noticed before but he let me soak in the tub for a little longer and changed the sheets of our bed. They were fresh and clean and comfortable. We laid there for a while, breathing in each other's air before falling asleep.

The next few days were about the same. Except for Friday, Deployment Announcement Party. We invited all of our military friends to our apartment, pizza, drinks and music. We used the time to catch up and at 10 PM we would all check our emails and go around saying our deployment locations. As per usual Connie and Jean were the first ones drunk. Bertholdt, Reiner’s childhood friend, was definitely tipsy because he looked a little less nervous than usual and more talkative. Reiner didn't seem to pay attention to any of it because I was sitting on his lap and feeling so good. Sasha was in the kitchen eating damn near everything and Mikasa was picking at her plate but still being protective of it around Sasha. Eren and Armin were fighting over aux, and on round 4 out of 10 of rock paper scissors. It was a fun party, I could always expect a good time with these people around me.

All of a sudden time flew and it was 10 PM. It was time to see where our group would divide and conquer. First up Armin. “Texas, oh lord I hate the heat.” We all laughed recalling the way Armin’s entire uniform would change colors under his sweat.

Eren. “Germany, man what. That language is so difficult for no reason.”

Mikasa. “South Korea… Well at least the night life is fun.”

Connie. “Germanyyyy, Jaeger you can pray all you want but you can never get rid of meeee.” We all laughed as he jumped into Eren’s arms and even louder when Eren dropped him on his ass.

Jean. “Iran.” The mood soured. Iran has been an active Warzone for as long as we could remember. Hundreds of lives lost throughout the years. We all gathered around Jean and gave him encouraging words. He smiled sweetly, walking to the kitchen to pour himself another shot.

Sasha. “Virginia, man I thought I'd at least get to leave the country.”

My turn. I stood up and took a breath, everyone was watching me as I pulled out my phone and opened up my email. “Hawai’i. Wow, that's actually perfect hahaha.” Relief flooded the room as everyone congratulated me. Reiner came up to me and planted a kiss on my lips that made Connie whistle and Eren yell “GET A ROOM”.

I sat down in Reiner’s spot as he pulled out his phone.

“Hungary.” He looked up at me as my jaw hit the floor. I felt tears welling up in my eyes. Hungary was basically military for Ukraine. We knew deployment there meant we would be in an active war zone and that being said he would be in more danger and doing 10 times as much work as Jean. He came to me and hugged me tightly. He sat down in his spot again and let me bury my face in his chest. The room was silent for a minute, then Connie yelled we’ve got one more.

“Yea i’m going i know.” Bertholdt stood up. “Hungary, man fate is so funny it wont let me leave this guy's side.” We all giggled. We all drank some more and finished the pizza and snacks before everyone started heading out. Reiner and I let the music play as we cleaned up. He could tell I was still sad and afraid but content with the fact that he won't be alone. We went to bed knowing that even though we would be across the world from each other, we won't be alone. He curled up to me and fell asleep instantly as I let my mind wander before I fell asleep as well.

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webco-dawnn · 2 months ago

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Winter Hc!!

~ Here are just some fun hcs about what I think the Haikyuu boys would do with you during the winter. This post isn't categorized into teams unlike my other posts, but instead just a jumble of headcanons, so I hope you enjoy! (this includes Kenma Kozume, Osamu Miya, Tsukishima Kei, Bokuto Kotarou, Oikawa Tooru.)

꒰ ୨ ୧ ◞ 。Kenma⠀.ᐟ 🐈

╭ ; Kenma normally isn't one to go out. So, now with winter rolling in, it actually gives him an excuse not to go outside without the nagging voice of his friends telling him he could be using his valuable time practicing or that he needs some sun since he is pretty pale, afterall. Though he'd probably just stay in his room all day, buried under many blankets and wearing a bunch of layered clothing to warm him up.

When you come over, he doesn't really react. He greets you with a, "hey," flashing a gentle smile before focusing back on his game. You sit down next to him, and that's when he folds. He leans over, laying his head on your shoulder or your chest, eyes glued to the screen in front of him. If you comment on how close he's gotten he'll just say, "it's cold. You're warm. Use your brain." Though his tone held no actual bite of aggression in it.

He'll let you look over his shoulder to watch him play and eventually inch closer to you as the day goes on, until he's fully in your lap, your arms around his waist. There hasn't been a single word uttered ever since Kenma told you you were warm, but it was nice. It was a comfortable silence between the two of you that never got old. Well, silent except for the music and sound effects coming from the Nintendo held between Kenma's hands.

꒰ ୨ ୧ ◞ 。Osamu⠀.ᐟ 🍙

╭ ; You beg to come over to his house, claiming it's "too cold" in yours. Osamu tries to discourage you by telling you that his annoying twin, Atsumu, will be there as well since he has no plans today, or the fact that Osamu hasn't taken a shower yet or done his laundry. He was only trying to discourage you from coming over because.. well, Atsumu was home.. he didn't want his twin brother to see how different he was in front of his significant other. But after some more begging, you finally convince your beloved boyfriend to let you come over.

When you arrive, Osamu's already got hot chocolate made for you, handing it to you after you take your shoes off. Osamu makes some good hot chocolate, which is also another reason why you wanted to come over today. After you've finished the hot drink, he asks if you want to bake cookies with him. He has enough ingredients and a shit ton of free time, so why not?

In the process, you both get flour on your faces and in your hair, cookie dough all over your hands, and stains on both yours and Osamu's cheeks from the handful of chocolate chips you two ate.

꒰ ୨ ୧ ◞ 。Tsukishima⠀.ᐟ 🍋

╭ ; You wake up to a text from Tsukishima, telling you to be ready by 11 AM with no other information. It definitely confused you, but you're used to it since Tsukishima always texted you random things like this with no other information provided.

At 11, he picks you up and, surprise, he brought you two to an ice skating rink. You had been ranting about wanting to go for a while but not wanting to go alone, so Tsukishima took this as his cue to take you ice skating.

On the rink, Tsukishima is definitely a different person. Unlike you with your carefully calculated moves, perfect, careful, precise, Tsukishima is a wobbling mess. He has an iron grip on your bicep, not even daring to separate from you for a minute. He wasn't good at ice skating at all..

Anytime you'd laugh, he'd look up at you, saying, "It's not funny." but you couldn't really take him seriously with just how cute he looked with his red cheeks and nose.

꒰ ୨ ୧ ◞ 。Bokuto⠀.ᐟ 🦉

╭ ; The energetic owl shows up at your door at about noon, a box in his hand. You obviously let the boy in, watching as he took off his shoes before quickly walking over to the kitchen counter and setting the box down. Before you could even question anything, why he's here, (not that you're complaining, just curious) what the box was, you then read the front of the box and figured out that Bokuto was here with the intention of making a gingerbread house with you.

And so the two of you spent the rest of the afternoon making the gingerbread house. The contruction part of it ended about an hour ago, but you two were still working on the decorations of the house. It didn't look the best.. but it was fun. Talking to Bokuto while making the dessert was more than enough of a perfect day for you.

It was about 2 PM when you two finally finished, two hours after you guys had started. You look over to see Bokuto with icing all over his hands, and even some in his hair, along with small candies sticking to his fingers due to the icing. It made you chuckle. You wouldn't trade this for the world.

꒰ ୨ ୧ ◞ 。Oikawa⠀.ᐟ ��

╭ ; You weren't surprised when you opened your phone to 12 unread messages from Oikawa, begging you to come over to his house since he was just "So cold without you." You sigh, slipping your phone back into your pocket. You felt no real annoyance toward the boy, you could never feel annoyed with him. You get ready to go to his house before he starts whining even more.

When you get there, Oikawa's face immediately lights up with a wide smile, pulling you close and kissing you all over your face. Many, many kisses littered on your lips and cheeks. After he finished attacking you with his love, he allowed you to come inside. He told you how his parents weren't home before suggesting to rewatch a movie he loved, one you've watched with him about 10 times now. You agreed, but he suddenly changed his mind and suddenly started making tons of snacks.

after 20 minutes, you two finally settle down on the couch, Oikawa's head lying in your lap with a blanket over top of him and on top of your lap. An array of snacks lay on the table as the movie started.

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doveabovetheworld · 1 year ago

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“We’ve Got Time”

Ashton Irwin x F!Reader

Summary; After one of his concerts, Ashton had a lot more on his mind than just saying hi to you.

Warnings; pure filth, NSFW, pet names (baby, love, beautiful, etc.), name calling, exhibitionism, unprotected sex, praise, kinda rough sex, oral (f receiving), dom Ashton, sub reader, semi-public sex, 18+ Minors DNI, cursing, dirty talk

A/N; So... After months of not posting things on here, I decided I’d post the first filthy fic of this blog for Smutember. I suck at writing smut but I swear it’ll get better eventually. Just bare with me, please! Anyways, I have tons of stuff I’m working on so I’ll be doing what I can to post a lot more.

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“You’re so beautiful…” He mumbled breathlessly into your ear quietly, but enough for you to hear him, as his hands wandered to your hips and pulled you in closer towards him.

The back dressing room wasn't the most ideal spot in the world for what was about to happen but god did Ashton look good after playing a show.

He came into the dressing room all sweaty and giddy as you were sitting on the couch, waiting for him to come in so you could praise him about how well he played but your plans were immediately interrupted when Ash came into the room.

Once he saw you, he gave the cutest smile and ran over to you, giving you the biggest bear hug ever. His curly, honey-blonde, almost brunette, hair was dripping with sweat as well as his whole body.

“Oh my god, Y/N, that was an amazing show!” He said in excitement as you wrapped your arms around him to return the hug.

“You guys did amazing, love!” You said with just the same amount of excitement in your voice, “Seriously, I loved it.”

Ashton gave a tiny laugh and. pulled away just the tiniest bit and smiled at you, saying, “Well I’m happy you enjoyed it as well… Hey, y’know, I may have an idea.”

“And what would that be?”

“Well… maybe we could have some post-show fun. Just the two of us.”

You blushed as you realized what he was hinting at. You and him always have had a very experimental mindset when it came to the sexual part of your guy’s relationship so doing something more intimate in semi-public areas wasn’t anything new to you.

“You don’t need to if you don’t want to, hun…” Ash said in a kind and soft tone. He was always so gentle…

“No, no… I’d like to. You know I’m up for just about anything… It’s just that I’m worried that someone will come in.”

“Baby, we’ve got time, trust me. If you don't want to, we don't have to. I can wait.”

You stood there in thought for a moment and then looked back at him.

“Fuck it…”

One thing led to another and now here you are. Making out in the back dressing room with Ashton right after one of his shows, in which ANYONE can walk in. It was scary but exciting at the same time. You didn’t know exactly how to feel.

You could feel his hands on your waist, pulling you down onto the couch with him. The way his lips on yours made you feel so ecstatic and when you sat on his lap, you could already feel yourself, and him, getting aroused.

His hands wandered from your hips to the bottom of your shirt, slightly tugging at it. He wanted to see you. All of you.

“Ash, are you sure?” You asked in a somewhat breathy voice.

He nodded and left small kisses on your neck, making you squirm a bit, before he spoke, “Yeah… Who cares? No one’s gonna walk in.”

You held onto him a bit tighter and ran your hands through his hair, letting him know it was okay. With one eager motion, he took your top off leaving you half naked on top of him.

The look on his face was enough to get you more of him. He looked like he was practically drooling as his eyes wandered all along your body. He’s seen this part of you so many times but every time he worships you as if he’s never going to see you again.

He left a trail of wet kisses down from your neck to your chest, taking in every moment of this he could.

It took your breath away. All of it did. The feeling of his kisses on your skin, the look in his eyes, his hands holding you on his waist, all of it. You couldn’t help but let out tiny, breathy moans as he kissed and worshiped your body.

“Baby, you’re gorgeous… You are,” He said in a low and rough voice, making chills go down your spine.

You looked at him with doe eyes and smiled. His little compliments always made you happy. They always made you feel good…

“Yeah, well it’s only for you.” You said in a quiet and sweet tone. You ran your hands through his hair and kissed him on his neck.

He let out a tiny whimper when your lips met the skin on his neck. You could feel his hard, and still clothed, dick against your soaked panties. You were both already so turned on… You knew he’d tease you for it.

“Already wet, huh?” He asked with a smirk, followed by a little laugh.

“Shut up… just fuck me or something already.” You replied as you grabbed at his shirt to take it off.

“Wait, love. You gotta be patient.”

“But-“

He cut you off with a demanding look in his eyes. You knew better than to go against his orders.

“I said, wait.”

Again, chills ran down your spine. You were getting impatient but went along with what he said, knowing he’d make you wait longer if you didn’t.

“Good. Get up and take off your clothes.” He ordered and right away you did as he said. You took the rest of your clothes off, leaving you fully exposed and vulnerable to him and anyone who would walk into the room.

Ashton had the biggest smile on his face. He stood up and took your hand in his, bringing you back down to the couch.

“Open your legs, darling… I’m gonna make you feel good for being a good girl, alright?” He said with such sweetness in his voice. His voice made your cheeks get bright pink as you nodded, letting him know you were okay and understood what he said.

He gave a cheeky smile and went to his knees right in front of you. His eyes had a gleam in them that showed pure lust and desire in them as he stared at you. He leaned in a bit closer and left small little kisses on your inner thighs. He was teasing you, again.

“A-Ash… c’mon is that necessary?” You asked in a slightly annoyed tone. You wanted him already but you knew it wouldn’t happen yet.

He looked up at you and pulled away slightly, “What’d I say, Y/N? I told you to be patient. You just have to wait.”

“Ash, I don’t wanna wait though… Please? I need you…”

If your begging didn't work, then nothing would. Good thing you knew exactly how to get what you want.

Ashton let out a string of tiny curses before leaning back in to leave kisses closer and closer to your clit. He gave into your pleas.

“A fucking-”

He gave you a tiny kiss.

“Brat, you-“

Another one.

“Shouldn’t even be-“

Another.

“Getting this.”

And with that his lips met your pussy and his hands held onto your thighs tightly, keeping your legs spread open for him. His tongue went through your folds and he let out moans, sending vibrations through your body.

You couldn’t form words as you moaned over and over again at the feeling of him eating you out. His nails dug into your thighs sending a shock of pain to you but you didn't mind. It felt good. You wrapped your hands in his hair, tightening your grip.

He moved his tongue out of you, leaving you to let out a whimper, and moved to your clit.

Waves of pleasure crashed over you as you tightened your grip on his hair even more and moaned. It was heaven, the way he made you feel. You adored the feeling of his mouth on your cunt making you squirm under his touch. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to your orgasm, you were hot and shaking and you were in pure bliss. You were all his.

“A-Ash… ‘M gonna…” You could barely get the words out but he knew what you were trying to say.

“Go ahead. Go on and come for me…” He said against your clit before going back to the same motion of playing with it.

“T-Thank you… Thank you…” you whined out loudly before feeling that tight not in your lower stomach break. You felt yourself coming and you gasped out for air, holding onto Ashton’s hair tighter, making him let out tiny moans as he rode you threw your orgasm.

You let go of his hair and he moved back to look at you as you both tried to catch your breaths. His face was covered with your arousal. God, was it a beautiful sight to see.

He wiped away some of the wetness on his face and licked his lips.

“You need to be quieter or someone’s gonna come in.” He said in a quiet voice, starting to stand up.

You got bright pink again.

“I shouldn’t have let you come since you weren’t listening but I did ‘cus I love you,” he spoke again.

“Thank you. I love you… So much.” You responded, looking at him as if you were still on the couch. He stood right in front of you and started to get undressed as well.

“You’re so, so lucky I love you, sunshine.” He said as he leaned over and kissed you.

You could taste some of your arousal on his lips and tongue. He cupped your cheeks with his hands and pulled you closer to him. You both knew you wanted each other more, it was apparent in both of your guy’s actions.

He couldn’t wait any longer. He needed you.

“Lay down, darling.” He ordered, and again, without any hesitation, you did as he said.

He got on top of you and put your legs around his waist as he lined up the tip of his cock with your pussy and looked at you to see if you’d still be okay with it. You nodded and that’s when he went in.

The groan he let out was pornographic, beautiful even. His hazel, almost green, eyes looked at you with love. He stayed still for a few moments for you to get adjusted before he started to move. It was slow, at first, but then his movements got faster.

You and him both let out quiet moans as the feeling of him going in and out of you clouded your mind.

“F-Fuck… baby, you feel so good…” He mumbled to you.

All you could do was let high-pitched moans out as he started to go faster and deeper inside of you, making you go crazy. You couldn’t handle it.

He started to say something again, whispering small praises and moans into your ear.

“‘M close… a-again…” You muttered through moans, trying to stay a bit quieter.

“G-Go on, baby… me too…” he whispered through tiny moans. “‘M so close… Where’d you want it?”

“I-In.” You said almost immediately.

You needed him to fill you up. You needed him inside of you. He felt so, so good. It was like you two were made for each other, the way he filled you up so perfectly.

He nodded his head and after a few more deep, and now a but slower, thrusts, you both hit your orgasms. You both tensed up and you looked each other in the eyes with love. His lips were bright pink and he was moaning your name over and over. He felt so good and so did you. It was amazing.

You looked up at him and ran your hands up and down his back with a smile as you both finished off your orgasms.

“That was absolutely amazing.” You said with a huge smile, caressing his cheek with your thumb.

“Hell yeah, it was.” He responded with a small kiss and a cheeky smile.

#5sos #5 Seconds Of Summer #ashton irwin #ashton irwin fanfic #ashton irwin x reader #5sos fanfic #smut #smutember #smutember2023

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frickingnerd · 8 months ago

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if i could rewind time, i'd do it all again

pairing: shinjiro aragaki x gn!reader

summary: you're stuck in a time loop, the events of october fourth repeating again and again. but are you able to defy fate and save shinjiro?

tags: lots of death, a ton of angst, a good amount of fluff too, obvious spoilers for october fourth, timeloops, hurt/comfort

word count: 2.5k

a/n: i teared up twice while writing this– this is the oneshot i'm proudest of so far, so i hope this performs well 👉🏻👈🏻 if you liked it, consider reblogging and commenting!

when you saw shinjiro's lifeless body lay in front of you, you only wished for one thing: to rewind time and save him!

it was an unrealistic wish, you knew that. it was a wish you never thought would be granted to you.

but when you woke up the next morning, it was the fourth of october again. you could hear shinjiro's voice outside of your room, yelling at you to finally wake up and come outside. and suddenly you knew that your wish was granted. you've got a second chance!

“h-hey, let go of me! what's gotten into you?”

you had rushed out of your room and pulled shinjiro into a tight hug, almost squeezing him to death yourself. of course, shinjiro had no idea what was going on. and yet, he reciprocates the hug, while you sobbed in his arms.

“i'm just… so glad you're here”

shinjiro gently held you, as you cried. his fingers moved through your hair, gently stroking it. being so close to him made you realize that this wasn't a dream. shinjiro was alive! at least, for now.

“i need you to do me a favour…”

when you stopped crying, you pulled away and looked up at shinjiro. there was so much determination in your eyes that he wondered what had gotten into you. shinjiro had never seen you like this before.

“whatever you do, don't leave the building today. just… please, stay here with me!”

if shinjiro never left, he couldn't run into takaya. he'd survive and you would've been the one who saved him.

“you're acting strange…”

shinjiro wanted to know more. he wanted to know why he wasn't allowed to leave. clearly, something was going on. but you didn't seem ready to tell him, so he didn't ask.

“just today, got it? akihiko is going to kill me, if he finds out i let you skip school…”

shinjiro chuckled and rolled his eyes, only for you to quickly smack his arm and glare at him with tears in your eyes.

“don't even joke about that–!”

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you had sworn to yourself that you wouldn't rest until october fourth and the dark hour were over. yet here you were, having fallen asleep in shinjiro's room. or rather, you just woke up after having dozed off.

shinjiro and you had been watching movies in his room all day, but somewhere along it you must've fallen asleep. it was close to midnight now, but when you looked around the room, rubbing your eyes sleepily, shinjiro was nowhere to be found.

you panicked, quickly jumping up and running downstairs. despite crying out his name and knocking on every door, you couldn't find him. shinjiro had left the building. and there was only one place he could be…

when you got there, things had planned out just like they did the first time around. shinjiro's lifeless body was laying in the ground, with holes in his chest. akihiko and ken were both by his side, crying. despite having gotten another chance, you had failed. shinjiro died again, because you couldn't prevent it!

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when you woke up the next morning, it was the fourth of october. you had cried yourself to sleep the night before, but there were no signs left of that anymore. it was as if last night had never happened. as if this was the first time it was october fourth.

“let's go on a trip! just the two of us~!”

you had met shinjiro in the hallway. unlike the last time, you weren't crying when you saw him. instead, there was a bright smile on your lips, as you tried to look completely carefree.

“you do realize you have to go to school, right?”

shinjiro was clearly perplexed by your request, but you were very keen on going on that trip with him. after all, if you could keep him out of town, he wouldn't die. you could save him this time!

“pretty please! i'm never asking you for anything, so just do me this one favour!”

“you ask me for things all the time!”

shinjiro groaned, but when you wouldn't give up, he finally sighed and agreed to it.

“fine, but you'll take the blame if we get in trouble with akihiko or mitsuru because of this...”

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shinjiro and you never made it out of town. shortly after you bought your train tickets, all train rides got canceled. you remained at the train station, hoping that you could still take a later train out of town. but it seemed like some high power wanted to prevent you from leaving this place.

“we should just go home… it's getting late and we're already in enough trouble, if akihiko and mitsuru found out we skipped school…”

shinjiro got up from the bench inside the train station. it was already dark outside and barely anyone was around anymore. everyone had given up, except for the two of you.

“n-no, just… five more minutes, please!”

you were desperate to leave. you couldn't admit that this had all been for nothing. and just when it seemed like things couldn't get worse, a familiar voice rung out.

“if it isn't my two favorite S.E.E.S. members~!”

you would recognize his voice anywhere: takaya sakaki, the man that had killed shinjiro.

“get behind me!”

shinjiro protectively stepped in front of you, as he recognized takaya. you were frozen in shock, unable to say or do anything. you could only watch, as takaya pulled out his gun. and once again, he shot shinjiro.

“n-no… this wasn't supposed to happen…”

shinjiro laid in front of you once more, completely lifeless. you couldn't move. even when takaya had shot him, you could only stand frozen in shock and watch. he didn't even bother to shoot you too. as if he knew you wouldn't even try to fight back. as if you couldn't fight back.

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when you woke up the next morning, it was the fourth of october. you couldn't even remember how you got back to the dorms. or perhaps, you never did. last night hadn't happened, after all.

“you want to do… what?”

“run away with me, please–!”

the trains wouldn't work, so perhaps if you simply ran away with shinjiro, you could get him out of town. you could keep him away from takaya and make sure he survived the day.

“you're being weird…”

shinjiro didn't even take you seriously. he simply rolled his eyes and turned away. but you wouldn't give up that easily.

“i know that i sound insane… but you need to trust me. please, i– i need to leave town–!”

you clung to shinjiro's sleeve, preventing the boy from leaving. shinjiro turned around, quietly staring at you. eventually, he sighed softly.

“grab your things, we're leaving in twenty minutes!”

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shinjiro and you had been walking all day. the trains had once again all been canceled. you could barely feel your feet anymore, but you continued to walk. you were on the edge of town and the sun had just begun to sink. only a few more hours and you'd be safe! shinjiro would be safe…

“aren't you tired?”

shinjiro was clearly exhausted himself, but he didn't want to complain. he still didn't know why you were leaving town, but he knew things were serious. you wouldn't have begged him to come with you otherwise.

“i-i'm fine…!”

you didn't want shinjiro to notice how exhausted you were. he shouldn't have to worry about you. he was the one in danger, afterall. not you.

“you're lying!”

shinjiro sighed and stopped.

“you haven't eaten all day. please, let me buy you something. i don't want you to collapse!”

your eyes wandered towards the sky. the sun was still barely visible on the horizon, yet the moon already loomed over it. almost as if to remind you that time was running out soon.

“f-fine, i think we can take a small break!”

shinjiro smiled softly and nodded.

“wait here, i'll buy us something!”

on the other side of the road was a small bakery. surely, the two of you could buy something there, that you could eat while walking.

“do you want a bun with bean paste or–”

shinjiro turned around, glancing over his shoulder and calling out to you, as he crossed the street. but in that short moment he didn't look, a car came rushing towards him. you could barely even register what was happening, before shinjiro's lifeless body laid in front of you once more.

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when you woke up the next morning, it was the fourth of october. you hadn't returned to the dorms last night, yet here you were again, waking up in your own bed.

outside of your door, you could hear shinjiro yell at you to wake up and get out of your room. he was still alive. but you knew it wouldn't be for much longer. sometime during october fourth, he'd die. whether takaya killed him or something else. shinjiro aragaki was destined to die. you knew he would die from the start. so why were you crying now? you should've always known this is how things would end. that you couldn't save him.

“hey… why are you crying?”

shinjiro had entered your room without you even noticing. he quickly walked up to your bed and pulled you into a tight hug. but you couldn't even reply or react to him. you felt so numb after everything that happened those last few days.

“if you're not ready to tell me… then i won't force you!” shinjiro quietly whispered. “but just know, that i'm here for you. i want to help you, even if it's just by distracting you with some movies and ice cream…”

you softly nodded. perhaps, it would be okay to just watch movies for a day. perhaps you didn't have to try to save shinjiro. he was destined to die, but he still returned to you every time. so would it be that bad to just enjoy the time you had with him…?

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when you woke up the next morning, it was the fourth of october. the morning after that, it was the fourth of october as well. and the mornings after that, it was the fourth of october too. every day was the fourth of october.

shinjiro died every day. but in a way, he never did. you gave up on trying to save him a few october fourth's ago. why should you waste your time trying to delay the inevitable, when instead you could spend your days with shinjiro? the two of you had went to eat ice cream, watched every movie in cinemas, played laser tag, went to the arcade and did everything this town had to offer! you were happy! right…? you don't actually want to let him go, do you? isn't this exactly the life you wanted to live? by shinjiro's side? so why were you slowly starting to have doubts…?

“are you happy?”

shinjiro's voice snapped you out of your thoughts.

“are you happy with this life we are living?”

you suddenly began to feel uneasy.

where was this coming from?

“what are you talking about, shinj~?”

you tried to smile, but it looked forced. this wasn't a genuine smile. you couldn't even fool yourself.

“i think it's time you let go of me…”

shinjiro gently reached his hand out towards you, but you flinched and pulled away from him. he wasn't supposed to say that! he wasn't supposed to question anything. he was supposed to be happy! YOU were supposed to be happy!

“i wanted to make this easier for you. i wanted you to make some more memories with me, but i think we are running out of time…”

you began to tear up. you tried so hard to keep that fake smile on your lips and to keep your eyes dry. but you couldn't act like you were okay any longer.

“i don't want to lose you, shinjiro… not again.”

“i wish i could stay with you, but i don't think i have a choice…”

shinjiro reached out his hand towards you once more. this time you allowed him to take your hand. he gently held it and smiled at you softly as he spoke.

“you know what happens tonight, right?”

you nodded quietly.

“i'll die once more during the dark hour. but this time, it'll be my last time. after that, you'll have to manage without me…”

shinjiro hated the thought of leaving you behind. but he trusted you and the other members of S.E.E.S. to take care of yourselves. akihiko and mitsuru would be there to comfort you, when he wouldn't be able to do it anymore.

“i don't want to let you die, shinjiro…”

you firmly squeezed his hand, wanting to hold on to him for as long as you still could.

“but… i'm glad i had at least a bit more time with you. the time i spent with you was the happiest of my life…”

shinjiro smiled and nodded softly.

“mine too…”

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when you saw shinjiro's lifeless body lay in front of you that night, you knew he wouldn't return to you anymore. that the two of you had used up all the time that was left. but that time had eventually run out.

all the members of S.E.E.S. were by your side that night. while you had felt so utterly alone the previous nights, there was a strange sense of comfort, knowing that you weren't the only one grieving. everyone felt the same way as you. they were all grieving the loss of their friend and teammate. but perhaps in grieving together, you could help make things easier for each other…

when you returned to the dorms that night, it was completely quiet. there were no more tears left to cry. you fell into bed, still wearing your school uniform. perhaps if you'd wake up, things would start all over again. though you weren't sure if this was what you even wanted anymore.

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when you woke up the next morning, it was the fifth of october.

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azucarmorena97 · 10 months ago

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Money Ties (Jungkook Love Story || Pt.8)

Pt.7 || Pt.9

Your parents have worked hard to get to the top and have made sure to teach you everything you need to know to be successful in this business: from tough but lucrative financial decisions, down to the right ball gown for any given banquet. A promising and extravagant future awaits you- that is, if you agree to one teensy detail...

Son of Mr.Jeon Sr. and heir to June Company, Jeon Jungkook is an immature playboy with nothing to offer a woman but good looks and a crap ton of money, and he stands to inherit much MUCH more, so long as you both enter into the arranged marriage contract that was drawn up before the pair of you were even born.

You're more than willing to try, but you're not sure you'll be able to stand each other long enough to inherit a single penny...

Series Warnings: There will be smut in the near future and I will label those chapters as such. As I say before most of my pieces- I do not endorse any themes, ideas, or behaviors in this series. This is all purely fiction/fantasy! Feel free to inbox me suggestions/ideas/what you'd like to see in this series and I'll see what I can do! Enjoy <3

CHAPTER WARNING: SMUT!

Recap: That thick tension that's been lingering in the air from the moment you first looked at each other- anger, curiosity, bitterness, longing- it's here in this room right now. Every logical thought your mind would normally throw at you to stop you from indulging, is completely crushed under this desire...the desire to know one another fully. Somehow, the two-foot space has closed to an inch. So close, you can feel the heat radiating off of his face and onto yours; his eyes almost completely closed. He's ready...are you?

Your heart is beating so hard, you hear it in your ears- it mixes with the sound of his breathing, and your breathing, and his heartbeat; before you can fully even decide what to do, your lips act on their own. Or rather, they act on your heart's true desire. Curse these lips... It's nothing like you imagined it would be, and yet it is- and yet, it's more. "Please, don't go..." He whispers to you with parted lips, and it causes your heart to stir. Only hours ago, you were certain you hated him- that you were only going through with this marriage as a favor to your parents, to secure your future- But who did you follow Jungkook up to this desolate room for? Who did you kiss him for? Whose is this heart that won't keep still for him? You. You. Yours. Only yours.

You don't answer him; instead, you bring your hand up to the side of his face and deepen the kiss. This isn't like you. You've never done this before. Sure, your first kiss was long ago had during a game of spin the bottle, and yes, eighth grade had its fair share of games of 7 Minutes in Heaven where this boy or that would try to cup your then-non-existent chest- but you would always stop it before it got any further. You knew that wasn't love. You knew it was all fleeting. You knew you were promised to someone else... Promised to Jungkook.

His large hands come to rest on your waist, though only for a moment; they begin to run down to the seam of your jeans. He wants to feel every inch of you, but he's never been one to rush. You pull away momentarily to take in a breath, but he is completely uninhibited, moving from your lips and to your neck- eliciting a gentle gasp from you. You can't help the delicious sensation, nor the way your eyes roll back in response. You have to tell him before it goes any further. God, how embarrassing. "J-Jungkook," You can barely get the words out. "Mm?" He hums into your sensitive skin. For a moment, you wonder if you even should. Would it ruin the moment? "I-I have to tell you something," Your words com out sooner than your body is ready to respond, as your hair is still tangled in his hair and pressing him to yourself.

He stops before you do, pulling away gently. "What is it?" His tone is gentle, and his brown eyes look at you so softly.

"I...I uhm...I wanted to tell you that I..." You can hardly get the words out. You're suddenly so regretful of having opened your mouth at all. "Nevermind!" You say, trying to lean in again, though he pulls back further.

"What is it?" He laughs, finding your shyness to be both endearing and incredibly attractive.

You stare at him, biting your lip from nervousness before deciding to just bite the bullet. You throw your hands over your eyes and blurt out, "I'm a virgin."

Silence follows. Silence so loud that, if it wasn't because you could still feel the heat radiating off of his body, you would've thought he'd left.

After a moment, he gingerly removes your hands from your face- though you dare not open your eyes.

"Y/n," His voice is like honey. "Yeah...?" "Open your eyes, you goof."

His playful tone surprises you, and you finally do open your eyes.

He doesn't look upset at all- or annoyed.

"Thank you for telling me," This time, he brings his hand up to your face and lets it rest on your cheek, his thumb stroking ever so gently. "You're welcome..." You blush red, unable to say anything else.

"We don't have to do anything, you know. I don't want you to think I brought you up here for that. I really did just want to talk and then- and then we had this moment, you know and-" "I want to."

He's stunned by your response and it takes him a second to process, "You- you do want to?"

"Yeah...I just...wanted you to know so that we can take it a little slow..." Sheepish is the only way to explain how you feel. You're not sure if it's normal or common for a girl to openly say that she wants sex, but none of this is normal.

You and Jungkook are not normal people. And maybe that's why you trust him so...at least with this. "Okay," He smiles, leaning in and kissing your nose, "Come."

He stands and grabs your hand, pulling you lightly as he'd done leading you up here.

Though the room hasn't been 'in use' for a while, it's still very clean and well maintained. You'd have thought it sat waiting for a guest to come at any moment.

He leads you through white double doors that divided the living area from a beautiful, neat bedroom. The bed is about the same size as the one in your room, though there's also a small couch and a wardrobe. Not to mention, a giant mirror on the far side of the bedroom, opposite the window.

"Sit down, if you want," He says before disappearing into the connecting bathroom.

You sit down on the bed, admiring the small details in the room- desperately trying not to catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, as you'd thrown on jeans and a hoodie to meet Jungkook at the bar, definitely not having expected for any of this to happen.

He comes out of the bathroom holding a small speaker and setting it on the nightstand. Oh Lord, you think, what kind of cheesy sex playlist is he gonna put on?

To your surprise, a soft piano melody begins to play; one that your recognize.

"Is- is this Wait for Me?" You ask incredulously.

His eyes light up, "You know it?"

"Of course...Motopony is great."

He smiles and walks over to sit next to you on the edge of the bed- but he doesn't touch you right away. Instead, he lets himself fall backward onto the white comforter, his loose button up opening ever so slightly to expose a good amount of his chest.

He doesn't ask you to do the same, just silently stares up at the ceiling- it makes you want to do the same.

For years, you've heard people say that your first time isn't as special as the movies make it seem. They say it's something to just get done and move on from so you can start having good sex- and maybe that's true for some people, but this? You like this.

You lay down next to him, staring at the ceiling too.

"You know, I liked you from the moment I saw you." You snort, "Yeah, right." "I'm serious," He says with a smile, "As difficult as it may seem, considering your so beastly and unlikeable-" You playfully elbow him, "Shut up." "But I did."

"Oh please, you looked at me like I was a bug on the windshield." "And you are, but...I don't know. You have this way about you. You don't take shit from anyone. You say what you want and you stick to it."

"Except with my parents," You say, solemnly. "What are you on about? When I saw you renegotiate that contract with my parents- if you can even call it a renegotiation, considering you just walked in and laid down the law- I thought you were on of the bravest girls I've ever known...it must've been hard for you to have gotten it past your parents, and then..." "And then?" You ask, looking over at him. "...and then when you defended me to my parents...when you saw my dad about to tear into me and you explained how much I was gonna be sacrificing for their dream..." He turns to you, "No one ever defends me...not like that...not at all."

Your heart aches for him in that moment. Staring back at you, is not the man Jungkook, but the gentle soul within the man...

Without another word, you both lean in again. Though this time, you really are ready.

The kiss is gentle for only a second, before you're both dissolving hungrily into each other. With one swift motion, he's lifting your hoodie up and over your head, tossing it aside- exposing your thin, lacy bralette. You're suddenly aware of the slight chill in the bedroom, causing your nipples to perk up through the thin fabric. He stares in awe of the heavenly sight, his pants instantly tighter.

"Can I...?" He asks, lightly tugging on one of the straps. You nod wordlessly, smiling at his politeness.

Is he always this polite with women?

He gently brings down the strip, pulling the fabric down that once clothed your pert breast. He brings his large hand up and takes you into his mouth, licking languid circles around your nipple. "Ah," You moan, the sensation somehow everpresent even between your legs.

Amazing how the human body works, isn't it?

His teeth graze gently against the flesh, nibbling just enough while his hand plays with your other clothed nipple.

"It feels so good," You whisper, relishing in this new feeling. 7 Minutes in Heaven has nothing on this.

"Just wait," He says with a smirk, suddenly bringing his hand down to the button of your jeans. Excitedly, you stare into his eyes- waiting for the precise moment in which his fingers find- "Oh," You squeal, his fingers resting on your clit, though he doesn't move them much.

He's intent on building up your arousal.

"What's wrong, Y/n?" He asks, the smirk never leaving his face, "Feel good?" "Mhm," Is all you can manage as he begins rubbing in small circular motions, bringing his tongue back onto your nipple.

Your quiet for a little, afraid that any noise- any breath at all- will mess up this feeling.

"No, no, beautiful," He says, voice low and slow. He called you beautiful, Y/n.

"I want you to breathe through this." "O-okay," You whimper, disobeying your own judgment and following his instructions. Anything to be called beautiful by him again.

With every deep breath, you relaxed more and more- he's right- this feeling is intensifying beyond what you could imagine.

You've never known what it's like to cum. If you're being completely honest, you've tried before- on yourself, but nothing ever seemed to happen the way it did for other girls. You even wondered if it would ever be possible for you to ever reach an orgasm-

but here Jungkook is, driving you absolutely mad with just a touch. Without a moment's notice, he's plunging two finger slowly into you, measuring how absolutely tight you are. "Fuck," You can't help but swear in his ear, which seems only to egg him on.

"Tell me how it feels, beautiful." "It feels good." "No, no. Tell me more. Good isn't good enough," He picks up the pace a reasonable amount, the palm of his hand beginning to slap against your clit in the absolute best way possible.

"It's fucking wonderful- please, keep- keep going," You feel your abdominal muscles tightening, "Shit, Jungkook."

"Not yet," He says, taking his fingers out, leaving you in absolute shock at the sudden emptiness between your legs.

He swiftly gets up and walks around to the end of the bed, leaning forward and snaking his arms around your thighs to yank you closer to the edge. He quickly takes down your jeans and underwear together, easily getting them off of you and onto a heap on the ground. You'll worry about finding your various articles of clothing later.

He gets on his knees, letting you rest your legs on his shoulders, "Look at you," he says hungrily, his eyes absolutely eating your pussy up before his tongue even has a chance to taste.

You feel shy about his eyes on you, but the vulnerability also feel oddly exhilerating.

He resumes playing with your pussy for a little, getting you back up to where you were, but then he switches to his mouth- and boy, does he know how to use that mouth.

His lips suck gently on your clit, a sensation you've never felt in your life- and one you could gladly get used to.

"Oh God," You hiss, trying to breathe as he said to do but finding it oh so difficult.

"What's wrong, beautiful? Cat got your tongue?" He teases between licks.

Again, your abdominals begin to contract and you feel yourself close- close to what? You suppose you'll find out in a moment or two.

Without ceasing his mouthwork, he plunges his fingers inside of you again, getting you closer and closer until your heat is threatening to burst.

"Jungkook, I think- I think-" You can't even get the words out before you finally do burst- a reaction you never thought yourself capable of. Without any hesitation at all, Jungkook is slurping up your orgasm with thirsty desperation, a warm satisfaction radiating throughout his body at the fact that it was he who first elicited such a response from you.

You pant heavily, overwhelmed by this experience, though it's in the best way possible. Your body occasionally juts from the stimulation of his tongue on your worn clit.

With a smile on his face, he emerges from between your legs- his face transforming from depraved beast and back to a puppy dog expression, though you can still see his chin glistening.

There's something about that sweet expression that makes want to go again. To go all the way. "Come here," You say.

He climbs over you just to plop down in the empty space on your left side. You're not sure what comes over you, but you bring him closer and let the tip of your tongue glide from his chin to his lips, tasting yourself on him like a serpent tastes its very oxygen.

Now, it's you who is depraved and ready to ravage him. Virginity be damned.

You let your fingertips trail down the small portion of exposed chest to the first button on his shirt, somehow managing to blindly unbutton every single one as you kiss him deeply and passionately.

Once the final button is undone, you climb over him so that you sit straddling his waist, and now youu're the one taking a moment to admire his beautifully sculpted chest, along with the tattoos that seem to poke out from the top of his shoulder. You'd never seen them before, "Take it off," You command.

He smiles up at you, eyes wide in astonishment at your ability to take charge. He obeys, wiggling out of his shirt. When you're able to see his arms fully, you find yourself newly aroused as your let your hand touch every centimeter of his inked skin.

He brings his hands to rest on your waist, his eyes unsure of whether to fixate on your ethereal face or full breasts.

You begin to grind slowly on him, his pants still in the way of you being able to feel him- but you're okay for now. You want to build the moment too.

You want him to be as desperate for release as he had made you feel.

He helps your hips with his hands, thumbs digging gently into your flesh, the occasional sweet sting of a slap on your ass driving you wild.

You move down slightly so you can undo his pants, pulling them down a bit to expose his- rather large- bulge, covered by the thin fabric of his boxer-briefs. Suddenly, you feel a bit nervous again.

You've bit off way more than you can chew- what if it hurts? What if he's too big?

"Y/n?" His gentle voice breaks you out of your thoughts, "Are you okay? We can stop if you want?" His gentleness brings you at ease, "Can...can we take it slow again?" "Of course," he says, propping himself up and kissing you, "Take your time, beautiful."

You get off of him and slide his jeans off as he'd done for you, though you leave his underwear on. You want a moment to familiarize yourself with him...with all of him.

His erection stands tall, especially unencumbered by the thick fabric of his jeans. "You're so big," You say gently, not even trying to be sexy- just stating a fact.

"Thanks," He says sheepishly.

"Can I...?" This time, you ask for permission, tugging on his waist band.

"Go ahead," He says with a smile, leaning back with his arms resting behind his head. Intent on letting you explore, he takes slow and steady breaths.

You slowly bring down the waist band, bracing yourself- Throughout your schooling, you've seen maps and diagrams of the human body. You're aware of what a penis generally looks like- or at least, you thought you were aware- but nothing would have prepared you for the size,

Or for how it would make your mouth water.

You take it into your hand, analyzing how your grip leaves a few centimeters of space between your fingers- nice and thick.

"Mm," He groans, excited to be touched by you, the warmth of your hand giving him instant relief.

Gently, you stroke up and down, loving how the slightest touch makes him react so.

"You wanna spit on it?" He suggests, eyes fixed on your mouth. You smile, leaning in and pursing your pretty lips to let a wad of spit fall onto the tip of it. That pretty, pink tip.

You work the spit up and down his shaft, though you can hardly help yourself and, before you know it, you're taking him into your mouth.

It's all experimental at first- this is your first time touching a penis, after all, but within minutes, it becomes second nature. You're careful to avoid your teeth as you bob your head.

"Oh, fuck," He moans, his fingers softly playing with your hair- he's trying desperately not to be too rough- he wants you to explore at your own pace, but God, you're driving him absolutely insane.

"Am I doing a good job?" You ask, your eyes becoming doe-like and innocent, though of course, you already know the answer.

"Yes, Y/n. You're doing a good job, my beautiful girl," He says through gritted teeth.

You love his pet name...Oh, to be called Beautiful always.

You watch his tip gradually become wetter and wetter as he prepares himself, involuntarily, for you.

Finally, you get up and help him out of his underwear, the both of you now fully exposed to one another- uninhibited by a single article of clothing.

"I think I'm ready," You say with a shy smile.

He nods, his smile soft and warm.

You climb back on him, straddling him once more- he leans back and leaves his arms at his sides, waiting for you to tell him when to touch you.

You're nervous, heartbeat furious in your chest as you grab his dick, guiding it slowly so that is rubs against your pussy a few times- you want to make sure it's wet enough.

Finally, it's positioned so that you can lower yourself onto it. Ever so steadily, you ease onto his thick member, easy at first. You watch as h closes his eyes, his mouth falling open slightly. Though you can't fully focus on him- you're busy listening to your body's natural reactions- then a sudden sharp sting- almost like a knife stabbing through a taut cloth, and then...a sea. Truly, a sea of wetness forms within you, easing your pain so that now, the pain becomes a dull sensation.

"You're- you're so wet," He moans, trying not to lose himself in you. He's aware that any sudden move can prove too uncomfortable for you. "Does- does it feels good?" You ask, suddenly really self-conscious of your inexprience.

"Absolutely, Beautiful good...so, so good..." He can't help but begin thrusting gently up into you. He's desperate for it. Smoother than silk, your pussy has got him unraveling already. You smile, feeling now a bit braver. You begin moving up and down as well, balancing yourself on the balls of your feet. "Can- can I go a little faster?" He asks, furrowing his brows with pleasure. "Yes, Jungkook." It's as though hearing his name breathed so sensually has flipped a switch in him, and now he's grabbing ahold of your waist, thrusting deeper and deeper into you, though not so that he'll hurt you- just enough to make it interesting.

"Fuck, Y/n. You feel amazing....do you like how I feel inside you?" He asks, bringing his hand up to rest on your cheek as you continue to work on him. Your cheeks burn under his touch, "I do- you're so big," You say, locking eyes with him. "I want you to do me a favor, okay?" He says, to which you nod. "I want you to rub your clit on me while I fuck you, okay? Grind your pussy down on me, that's how it'll make it feel good." "Okay," You say, eager to please him. You get off the balls of your feet and switch so that you're on your knees, driving him deeper into you. "Fuck," You let out as you finally feel his pelvic bone against your heat. Slowly, you begin grinding forward and backward, the sensation similar to when his palm was slapping against it earlier, though this is much more intense.

"You see, baby? Isn't that better?" His tone makes you absolutely feral. You could have him talk in your ear like that all night. "It does," You rub harder, another orgasm already building up inside you, "Jungkook, I think I'm gonna cum again." "That's it, baby. Make yourself cum again," He coaches. "Okay, okay, okay," You repeat, stuck on a loop as your brain seems to short circuit- all you can think or feel is this pleasure.

With a loud moan, your pussy is pulsing against him in waves of euphoria, you throw your head back in a sudden spasm and then slow down your rhythm, though Jungkook is still going- a delightfully welcomed moment of overstimulation. You want to see what it's like when he reaches that point too.

"Beautiful, when I say, I'm gonna need you to get off okay?" He says throw short gasps. Now who's forgetting to breathe?

"Okay, Jungkook," You say, holding yourself still so he can hold onto you, pounding into you a few more times, "Now," He says, to which your respond by quickly rolling over.

You watch as his cock immediately shoots out that thick milky substance up into the air and then as it drops back down onto his stomach. His face is that of utmost joyousness and delight, "Ah," He breathes, his hand pumping his dick a few times to make sure he's milked every last drop.

He is a sight to behold as he coms down from his high; like Michelangelo's David.

"Wow..." You say simply.

"Wow," He smiles, looking over at you, reaching over to lightly pinch your cheek.

"What did you think?" He asked. "Well, I can honestly say it was the best I've ever had." "Oh shut up," He chuckles, though he brings you in closer to him. Being in his arms like this...it's one of the nicest feelings you've ever experienced. No man has ever shown you this level of affection, and knowing he's the first...it feels good. It feels right.

After a moment, he pulls away, covering his crotch sheepishly, "I'm gonna go to the bathroom really quickly."

You laugh and wave him away, taking the opportunity to stretch out on the bed. Bliss; that's the only way to describe this present feeling.

A vibration against the nightstand brings you out of your daze and when you look over, you realize it's Jungkook's phone- and then you realize it's a text... from Lisa.

𝗟��𝘀𝗮: 𝗞𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗶𝗲, 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂? 𝗜 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 <𝟯

Your heart begins to pound in your chest. You look over at the bathroom door, still closed, though you've heard a flush.

Without another thought, you dart out of the bed, quickly yanking on your clothes, making sure to leave absolutely no trace of yourself behind in that room.

You finally hear the bathroom door open though when you do, the hotel room door is already clicking shut behind you.

A/N: Hope y'all enjoyed this spicy one! Took me all day to write. Clearly, it's about to get juicy.

#bts #jungkook #suga #bts imagine #jin #namjoon #jimin #bangtan sonyeondan #angst #jungkook x reader #bts smut #bts fanfic

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cloudyeventss · 3 months ago

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141 x assistant reader Part 6

Warnings: crude language, sexual scenarios MDNI

Sorry for the short/sloppy writing. I'm at work and have a shit ton to do so I tried to make one quick, but I'll make it up (:

Soaps POV

It's finally Saturday, usually when we're home and it's the weekend I'd head to the pub and find me a pretty lass to take home. But not since y/n's came to work with us. No, I'm perfectly happy trading in drunken hook ups to lay up in her bed and watch movies with her and Gaz. I always end up in my room fucking my hand to the thought of her at the end of the night. Imagining how pretty she'd look underneath me. I swear the woman a siren she makes its hard to think straight.

I walk into y/n's room and start looking around while she showers, and Gaz picks up the pizza she called in. There are little Knick knacks scattered across her dresser and a picture of her and her father at the end. I open her top drawer to find her satin underwear, when I hear footsteps coming towards her door, I quickly grab a pair and shove it into my pocket before closing the drawer and hopping on the bed...

"You look gobsmacked mate"

Gaz can always tell when I'm lying. So, I give him my best cheeky grin

"Ah huv nae idea whit yer talkin' aboot"

"Yeah, right, mate. Wotcha doin'?"

I pull the pink panties from my pocket and dangle it in front of him.

"Sick bastard" Gaz chuckles as he falls on the bed.

I stuff y/n's underwear back into my jeans when her bathroom door swings open, and she walks out. Her hair still wet drenching her oversized shirt. It's one of Gaz's, he slipped it into her laundry the other week. God she is stunning, this woman quite literally takes my breath away. Y/n walks over and hops on the bed beside me hissing when her ass hits the covers a little too hard. She tries to cover it up by asking what movie we'll be watching. But I have something else in mind for tonight.

"Whit happened tae yer arse?"

She shakes her head "nothin"

We already know about the little mark of claim Ghost made. He told us the next morning. Almost sent Cap off the handle. When y/n first got here, we knew she had to be ours, but we didn't want to scare her. We wanted to give her time to ease into us. He had no idea how she'd react after the little stunt LT pulled. But I know my girl, I know what she likes

"Ye lyin lass?"

Y/n tries to look away "no"

I get up and grab her ankles flipping her on her stomach. She starts to struggle, wiggling around "johnny what the fuck are you doing"

"Get her airms Gaz"

Gaz gets off the bed and walks towards the headboard grabbing both of her hands and pinning them down.

" Now lass, is there somethin' ye wanna tell me?" Tears edge her eyes, and she shakes her head "no" I push up her shirt and pull down her shorts and underwear in a quick motion. Exposing her round plumped ass. I trace the outline of her freshly done tattoo.

"Now, how yee get this"

Y/n moves to try and hide the blush creeping upon her cheeks "Ghost"

"Dae ye like it?"

If I wasn't holding my breath, I don't think I would have heard her "yes, I don't know why" she sounded almost like she was guilty for enjoying something a little darker than most would like. I can't have my baby thinking like that now. No.

"Start the movie, Gaz"

Gaz releasing y/n's arms and presses play on a horror film he picked out earlier.

I trace my hands up her legs before sitting back down in the middle of the bed. I spread my legs and pat the space between them "Come ere" y/ns slowly gets up and seats herself perfectly between my legs with her back to my chest. I lean down a bit my mouth hovering over the shell of her ear "Ah want tae mak ye feel guid, bonnie"

She goes to face me; I grab her chin and force her to look at the TV.

" Watch the movie"

I glide my hands to the front of her thighs moving inward, forcing her to spread her legs as wide as she could. Her breath picks up and she leans more into me. Gaz has taken a seat straight across from the bed watching us.

My fingers slid across her slit, gathering her wetness before pushing a finger inside. fuckk her little pants, are all the encouragement I need. I add in another finger and my thumb finds her clit rubbing circles. I can feel her tight cunt spasm, she's getting close, just by a simple touch. I stop and give her pussy a hard slap "watch the movie y/n"

...

Y/N POV

I want to scream; Johnny keeps bringing me to the edge and as soon as I’m about to cum he stops talkin about “watch the movie”. I can’t take anymore. My legs are shaking, my eyes are blurry, and I feel like I’m on fire. Its too much every movement of Johnnys fingers has me seeing stars “Please johnny, I need you” The movie’s end credits finally start to roll, Gaz stands up out of his chair and stalks over towards me crouching down at the end of the bed. “Make her cum johnny” I can feel Soaps breath on the side of my neck “Dae ye deserve it darling” I’m a blubbing mess spilling over mix pleases and chants of his name. He presses harder on my clit and his fingers pick up pace. My body jolts but he holds me firm against him. It feels like small volts of electricity is coursing through my veins. My mouth goes dry, and my head is so fuzzy I can no longer hear Johnny’s and Gaz’s praises. My vison darkens and I’m hit with the most intense feeling I’ve ever experienced. My breathing starts to even out and the sound of running water has me opening my eyes, Gaz walks out of my bathroom and gently picks me up out of Johnny’s arms carrying me to my sink. He sits me down, lifting my shirt over my body. Gaz softly grabs my face, making me look up at him. “You okay doll?’. I’m too exhausted to respond instead I lean into his touch, giving a small smile. He picks me up and places me in the tub. Gaz continues to wash me until he’s satisfied. It was sweet, he barely spoke just hush praises of how pretty his girl is, how well I did. I’ve never seen this side of him before and it’s making me feel something unfamiliar. I like it… He finished washing and helping me get dressed. I was ready to crawl into bed when I noticed Johnny had changed my sheets and laid waiting for us to return. Gaz turns me, giving me a kiss goodnight and leaves, turning off the lights. I crawl into bed; Johnny pulls me towards him “get some sleep love"

#cod x reader #mw2 #call of duty #johnny soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #simon riley #captain john price #john mactavish x reader #cod smut #smut

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minhosimthings · 1 year ago

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Fault

Prompt by @banghyunchanji : Imagine when Chan finds out that your manager is making you perform the day after you have a miscarriage.

Pairings - Idol!Husband!Chan × Soloist!Fem!Wife!reader

Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy, reader has a miscarriage, angst with a shit ton of comfort, mentions of food, chan has a nightmare

A/N: saw this one gif and I just had to write it! I don't like the way I wrote the ending much but I think this was my favorite descriptions to write. Thank you to @banghyunchanji for the prompt! I hope all of you like it.

"Channie-" you gasped for air. The lilac painted room, your favourite colour, seemed to be whirling around and you swore you could see the moon dancing up in the sky through the magnificent windows. Why was the moon shining tonight? Why were the city lights still turned on? Why were the buildings still stinking of coffee? Why wouldn't the world stop for you?

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"Channie- I-Im-" Chan immediately pulled you into his chest, engulfing you in a warm comforting fire, as all the crystals you've held in your eyes started coming out. Chan felt the fabric of his shirt getting wetter and wetter, but he couldn't care less. His eyes were bloodshot, illuminating his dark circles, from all the days you got him back home at midnight from the studio.

"Shh princess. Shh, it's alright it's alright." Chan rubbed circles on your wrist, always a way of calming you down, "I'm here. I'm here." He tried to keep his voice from cracking.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Your voice tried to be stable, and your soul tried to stop itself from bleeding. Chan's heart broke into a more than a million pieces, probably enough to scatter the entire world. "Baby no~" he shushed you, his voice as warm as a freshly baked pecan pie, your favourite wasn't it? "It wasn't your fault. It wasn't anyone's. No shhh don't cry baby, you're still very weak." He held you tighter, as your tears dried up, "you'll only get weaker. Have some water, come on."

Chan got you up slowly, hands resting on your waist, trying not to float over to your stomach, where stitches lie, tightly packed, but still bleeding gold. He pressed a glass of water to your lips, gently lifting it, so that your throat could get a drop of hydration.

"thank you." You whispered, laying back down on the bed. Chan smiled gently at you, a weak attempt at calming you down. You could see the rotten pain in his smile, his dimple shining less than it usually did. "It's alright." He mumbled into your ear, as you wrapped your arms around him, as he spoke a lie which would perhaps become a disguised truth, "Everything's gonna be alright."

The next day

"Alright Mrs Bang," the doctor clapped her hands together, rearranging her stethoscope around her bruised neck, "Your tests are looking good. I think you're free to go home today! But please-" she turned to Chan, who had his hand wrapped around your shoulder, "-make sure she doesn't do any physical activity. I know, her being a top class soloist is hard, but she absolutely cannot do any physical activity until her next checkup." Chan smiled gently at the doctor and shook her hand bracingly. "Thank you Dr Yang. And I'll make sure she doesn't even move a limb until you say so." Dr Yang laughed heartily and moved out the door, chan following behind her, while a nurse removed all the saline bottles hooked up to your veins. "Thank you." You said, as she threw all the bottles into the bin. She looked like a warm presence, with her hair tied into a bun, exactly how your mother used to do it. "It's alright." She fidgeted with her fingers. She mus'nt have been older than you, probably three or two years younger. "Uh Ma'am?" She approached, "I know it's insensitive to ask you in such times like this. B-but-" she looked down at the floor, "my little girl, she's 15 and she really loves your songs a-and her birthday is coming up and I saved up enough to buy her one of your albums." Your heart warmed at her words, distracting you from what happened the night before. "It really would mean the world to me if you could sign the pc. I would love to see her this weekend, since we haven't been talking much." You smiled at her and took the pc she offered you. You traced the frame of the pc and laughed at your younger self posing for the photo, dressed in a tube top that would barely fit you now. "Here you go." You handed the pen and the pc back to the nurse. "May I ask, you seem so young to have a child? Were you-" you lingered in the last words as the nurse smiled again. "Got pregnant when I was 16." She let out a chuckle. "Couldn't let my baby go, so I endured it for nine months, and now she lives with another family. I visit her from time to time to give her gifts and remind her I still exist. She's started calling me mom now!" Your heart engulfed in flames hearing the nurse's words. The excitement with which she talked about her daughter was so melodious to you, like hearing one of Chan's songs before the rest of the kids did. It was like that word you read once what was it what was it? Ukiyo! The Japanese word. To be unbothered by the duties of life, when your heart tells you to. A beautiful word, you thought. Languages really are pretty, more prettier when you notice for the first time, that you weren't alone.

"Baby can I lie down on the bed for a minute?" You had finally reached home after what seemed like the longest drive of your life. It felt lonely, to have nothing in your arms instead of having a crying baby. You didn't mention a word of it to Chan. True, letting go is easier than keeping it in, but as you looked at his bloodshot eyes and remembered Minho telling you in secret about how much your husband wept, you decided to keep it in just a little bit.

"Sure darling." Chan guided you slowly to the bedroom, his arms holding you so tight yet so fragile, "I'll wake you up when you need to eat alright?" He kissed your forehead as you hummed in response, drifting off into peacefully troubled sleep.

"Ahh fuck." You groaned as you woke up. You checked the time on your phone. It hadn't even been fifteen minutes since you slept. You decided that it was best to wake up and go outside to your husband, instead of laying in bed with your pillow giving you the worst ideas.

"Ch-channie?" You voiced out, nervously stepping into the kitchen. You couldn't see a broad shouldered figure clad in black anywhere in the kitchen, so you gave up your search there and instead strolled over to the living room.

There he was. Dozing off on the sofa, without a blanket. You smiled at him gently shivering every now and then. You could hear him muttering something in his sleep.

"No- not- fault", he kept muttering, "ocean-give the". He started shivering a little more violently, and you could see his fingers start to fidget. You sighed and went over to his sleeping figure, and upon closer inspection you saw that his eyes were twitching uncontrollably.

"Baby?" You shook him gently, to which he groaned but still didn't open his eyes. "Channie wake up." You shook him more harshly this time. "Wh-what?" He mumbled, slowly opening his eyes and blinking up at you, as he usually did on the rare times that he fell asleep. "Baby were you having a nightmare?" You plopped down next to him on the couch and wrapped a blanket around both of you. As if it was a natural response, Chan wrapped his arms around you and buried his head into your neck. "Just had a dream about the ocean." He mumbled into your neck. "Alright Mr Huggabear." You chuckled, feeling his breath on your neck, "How about we order something hmm?" Chan nodded, still not removing himself from the crook of your neck.

You picked up your phone and quietly tapped your fingers on it, ordering all of Chan's favourites, without him knowing, as he was still deep in your neck. "I'll pay." You heard him mumble, trying to stifle a yawn. "It's alright baby." You stroked his curly hair, "I already paid so you don't hav-"

The sound of the bell echoing through your house slightly startled you. Was the delivery man already here? That was certainly quick, you thought as you decided to give the delivery man a tip for his speed.

"I'll go darling. You sit." Chan finally got up, rubbing his eyes. You smiled up at Chan and got up anyways to turn the tv on, switching to the last episode of Hannibal.

"Uh baby?" You heard Chan call your name from across the house, "Paul's here!"

Paul was one of your many managers, the main one you could say. And yes, only ONE of your many managers, because a world class soloist has got to have atleast a hundred of them right?

"Hey Y/N!" Paul walked in casually, followed by some members of staff. You felt slightly uncomfortable having so many people in your house, but like a good Samaritan, you kept it in. Chan followed behind.

"Nice of you to drop in Paul." Chan smiled, "Please do sit down." Paul plopped down on the sofa opposite you as Chan sat down next to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. "What can we do for you Paul?" You smiled gently. Paul brushed a hair out of his face and pulled out a paper, giving it to you. "So I got the schedule for your shows." Paul smiled brightly, "Tomorrow you'll be performing in Busan and for the next month-" "I'm sorry can we pause for a moment?" Chan's stern voice shut Paul up. "She can't perform." He took the paper from your hands, and gave it back to Paul, "She's on maternal leave you know that right?" Chan eyebrows were furrowed and anger was starting to creep up to his face. You put your hand on his, a weak attempt to calm him down.

"Now now-" Paul laughed awkwardly, "no need to get angry Mr Banhg. But this is entirely Y/N's buisness not yours." "Excuse me?"

You felt Chan visibly shake beside you. "Channie-" you whispered, in a vain attempt to calm him down. "This is my buisness, she's my wife incase you didn't know. And she just had a miscarriage, so could you atleast pretend to be sympathetic, you fucking Asshole?" Flames seemed to erupting from Chan, as Paul scoffed, looking offended. "Mr Bangh I really suggest you not use such language." "And I suggest you leave right now." Chan fired back, as you watched the scene unfold, not being able to do anything, "Tell PD Nim that she cannot perform and whe most certainly will not."

"Mr Bangh." Paul started, but Chan was quicker in his words. "Nothing you say will convince me to let her go so please I suggest you leave."

"Whatever." Paul scoffed, getting up along with the rest of the staff and swinging his bad over his shoulder. "When she loses her fans because of her laziness, don't tell me I didn't tell you so." You could have punched Paul right then and there and you were going to if Chan hadn't gotten to him quicker. The glass vase on the round table fell off and shattered noisily as Chan slammed Paul into a wall. You heard gasps from the rest of the staff members and you rushed over to Chan, holding him by his arm and whispering "let him go Channie he's not worth our time" into his ear. Chan begrudgingly let go of Paul who adjusted his collar quickly and scampered out the door, along with the staff. "Hey!" Chan called out to the last staff member who was about to leave. She turned around quickly and bowed to Chan. "Tell JYP that Y/N will be on a hiatus for the next three months and Bang Chan from Stray Kids will also be on hiatus for very related reasons. Put emphasis on the related. Got it?" The girl nodded frantically and rushed out the door.

"Chan" you sighed heavily, "Alright that slamming into the wall was hot, but what was the hiatus about?" Chan meekly smiled up at you, a total contrast to how he was five minutes ago. "You're not going anywhere nor are you doing anything related to performing in three months. You're staying at home and I'm feeding you chocolate and hugs and kisses until you die." You laughed heartily and plopped down onto the couch, getting the food that had magically appeared at the doorstep.

"I love you Channie." You rested your head on his shoulder, leaning into his warmth. "I love you too babygirl." Chan kissed your forehead, "More than you could ever know."

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renren-006 · 1 year ago

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After | Daryl Dixon x Fem Reader

plot: finally after so long you could be with him

word count: 798

Warning: 18 OR OLDER, SEXUAL CONTENT

a/n: i saw that a ton of you wanted more Daryl stories so please send in ideas, i know the 100's of you that sent in a vote have some! hope you enjoy some smut with daryl.

You had been with Daryl for years, since you two found eachother in the woods after he lost the prison.

You went through the loss of Beth with him and you also went through almost being taken advantage of by the bikers Daryl had joined. He took care of you and made sure no one touched you, even after he broke the hand of one of the bikers. You even went through finding his people again, meeting their group and being welcomed in. Daryl stuck by your side even then, proving that whatever the two of you were feeling for each other was true. The silent touches, the glances and the fast kisses made your head spin. It wasn't until you found Alexandria that Daryl took advantage of the room he had all to himself.

He had found you out on the porch of your shared house with Carol and himself. The night started out normal, the man joining you and talking to you, but it soon changed. The touches of your arm sent shivers and when you met his eye you could see the hunger in them, making you want to see what he had in mind.

“Daryl” You said, he got closer to you, grabbing your hand and making you stand.

“Good girl, com’on” he said, guiding you into the house and up the stairs. When he got to the door he closed it quietly behind him before you yourself were up against it with his lips against you and his hands finding your skin. Your breath became ragged as his hands traveled over your skin on your sides up to the front of your chest. He broke contact to look you in the eyes, asking permission to remove your shirt, you nodded. He lifted your gray shit over your head, your bra the only thing protecting you. His hands found your skin again running up to your neck, the rough skin of his hands making you shiver. He was slightly holding your neck while he continued to kiss you. You had been a statue up until this point, slowly letting your hands travel the length of his upper body. You found the buttons and slowly started to undo them. His skin comes flush against your hands after a bit of work. His eyes met yours when your cold fingers brushed against his hot skin. The kisses from there became heated and more feverish, you wanted more of him and he wanted more of you. Soon you were crawling backwards onto the bed with him coming after you. When you were flush against the bed, jeans causing your skin to become hotter you fiddled with the button before his hands stopped you and took the lead of taking the rest of your clothes off. You were there under him now, little to nothing on and he was above you. You did the same to his pants so that you both would be closer to being naked with one another. The dance was slow and intimate and needy, so so needy. You both wanted to feel each other more than you already had, all the pent up emotions from the times you could have taken the relationship further over the past couple of months, and here he was now over you.

“You want me babe?” He asked you, the husky country voice making you more ready for him. You nodded your head, wanting more. You reached up to grab his neck to kiss him more but he stopped you, putting your hands behind you. “Answer me”

“Yes” you said, your hands still in his hair desperate for his kiss and touch again. Slowly the rest of your clothes came off. You laid there underneath him, his naked body above you. You watched the curve of his stomach round down to the rest of him. You watched him breathe, and you watched as he got harder and harder with your stare. You wanted him, god you wanted him so bad. He could see the hunger in his eyes.

“What is it baby?” he asked you that husky southern voice filling your ears. It made you moan just hearing him talk to you.

“I want you, please” you told him he smiled from above you, and obliged, slowly filling you up. You pulled at his skin begging him to be closer to you while he filled you up over and over. He held you close. You scratched his back from the waves of emotion going through you.

“You like that baby?” he asked. All you could do was moan back. That night you felt like the entire community could hear your roaring moans from the man above you. That night was the first of many with the two of you.

#daryl fanfiction #daryl dixion #twd daryl #the walking dead daryl #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl x reader

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xxswagcorexx · 9 months ago

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please may I have some fic recs? mainly ones that will have me kicking my feet and giggling- nothing too serious but a light read: the vibes of stand partners by eternal kind of.

hi! i haven't read stand partners yet but i skimmed through the tags and here are some ones i like/hit the same vibe :) it is very long though </3

Pretty Things by ros_is_writing

Laying facedown on the bed was his partner Ashswag, the only other person with keys to Red’s apartment. When he heard Red come into the room he rolled over onto his back and sat up, dark braid flipping over his shoulder at the change of gravity. “Welcome home,” Ash grinned, eyes crinkling in laughter. “This is my house,” Red noted. He put a hand on his hip and looked at Ash over his sunglasses, a joking form of their normal rivalry. “Yeah, but I was here first,” Ash rolled his eyes and scooted off the bed. He casually strolled across the room like he wasn’t the highlight of Red’s day and dropped a kiss into his hair.

Red sees an ostrich by Anonymous

“I don’t think you were smiling this much even when we got married.” “Ash, there wasn't ostriches at our wedding.” “You're allergic to ostriches.” Swagdoons fluff (OOC)

(oh,) to be a comfort by Felix_J

"It is good here, people say." Ash mutters. The words tug at his throat, and it's a bit hard to breathe. He'll manage. "Good place to take your partner." "Says Josh?" Red quirks an eyebrow. Moves his other hand, then, the one that's free, to rest on his knee, and it's where he must register the metal against the palm. Ash stares off silently. He thinks they say not to look at the sun for a reason, because it's too beautiful as it bleeds red into the ocean. But hey, the S.U.N. is the new sun, so they are, and really, the tiny reflections of it in Red's eyes when he hangs his head feel way more important. Just... not easier, to look at. He blinks the tears off. Unlike someone, he doesn't have sunglasses, so that he can admit. "Says Josh." He agrees quietly.

away from the winds by Anonymous

Ash, because he’s a bastard and has never heard of a healthy sleep schedule, shows up at his doorstep at six on the dot. He’s sitting in the kitchen when Red finally stumbles downstairs, spinning the key Red gave him months ago around his fingers with a shit-eating grin on his face.

after closing time by cherubium

after a busy day at the casino, the casino quartet decide to rest.

overdosed on sugar and holiday high by Anonymous

“Morning Ash,” Red greets, supported with a small wave. And as an afterthought, Red adds, “Merry Christmas.” Because he’s soft like that, then to balance the statement, he continues, “Can’t believe you’re still working during the holidays like some capitalist contributing to society.“

Counting Stars by Dreamshadow2

Lifesteal can be extremely dangerous at times. Usually, you can never relax. But some days, when things get a bit too much, you just need some time to relax, to be yourself. Or: ScamDuo stargazing, tons of fluff, can be read as platonic or romantic

(hello) my old heart by Anonymous

What he doesn’t ask is why Ash chooses, over and over, to step through that door, through Lifesteal and Earthbound and the wastelands of an apocalypse. The void knows how many other worlds they’ve followed each other through without a second thought.

sir thats my emotional support human by oneirogen

god!ash sleeping while hugging red to his chest like an oversized plushie. send post

something stupid by starbamnk

'I love you.' Ash had to stop himself from choking. That's not how they were here. It ached, but that wasn't how things were.

ALSO i usually don't rec my own fics but i've written so much fluff that i figured i should share it with you too anon . also willow swagcore author reveal too i guess LOL

fallin' in love

Ash and Red go to a pumpkin patch on their day off.

it’s no big deal (that i love you)

Sometimes Ash understands people when they call him and Red a couple. They are partners, in a sense, but not in that way. After all, when you’ve spent so long as enemies, survivalists, comrades, even, you notice a lot about the other person. From tracking down Red’s movements to stealing that stupid bell from Capital City, to pressing down on wounds and praying it didn’t get infected, they’ve been through everything. Been through the happy, sad, and angry tears together, and everything else in-between. But of course, everything they did had to be a business deal—a private agreement between just both of them. or: ashswag has some thoughts about red while they fall asleep together (ft. swagdoons qpr)

i'd duet again

Neither of them remembers when their morning ritual started, but in the grand scheme of things, that doesn’t matter. The fact is that Red would be the one to wake up first, get ready, start the coffee machine for Ash, and start playing his guitar in the garden. or: ash and red's morning duet

homemade comforts

If Red was being honest, he reveled in moments like this. Moments when Ash and he were far away from all of the violence, all of the responsibilities, and away from any prying eyes around them. Just Ash and Red, cooking together in their shitty little kitchenette that only fits two people.

four of a kind

Ash, Branzy, Clown, and Red close up the casino for the week.

best friends

As they ran back through the streets, they let the rain pour down on them, because they were already drenched. They cackled like madmen throughout it all and in that moment, both of them knew that they had something special. And they were going to get such a bad cold after this. or: how red and ash meet, and how they become friends

temporal

while the world melts around them, ash and red spend the night dancing. that's the fic.

jenga tower

"Dude-" Ash says through a wheezed breath, "Do you think this a little much?" Clown hums, "Mmm, no. I think you're just fineee." "Exactly," Red chimes in, definitely not helping the 'hey wouldn't it be funny if we all laid on Ash?' cause. or: casino quartet turn into a human jenga tower. for roses and smoke week, free day

curtains

It's 7pm, and Ash and Red are exhausted after a 12 hour day of moving. Ends up they forgot the fucking curtains.

#mailbox.core #ashswag #reddoons #sorry that all of them are swagdoons </3 #tw swearing #anyways hope u enjoy anonnnnnn ^_^#swagdoons #asshole roommates #scam duo

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ketsueki-writes · 2 years ago

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for your COM event can i have bakugou whos yandere with a fem! reader fluff to like a open or confused but sad angst, im not sure how or exactly what i want but ik you will deliver

ᴀɴ: ʜɪ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ! ɪᴍ ꜱᴏ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜɪꜱ, ꜱᴏʀʀʏ ᴍʏ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴘᴏꜱᴛ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɴᴏʀᴍᴀʟ ꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛ- ɪʟʟ ɢᴏ ꜰɪx ɪᴛ ɪɴ ᴀ ꜱᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ. (ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪ'ᴍ ᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴏʀʀʏ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴍʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇꜱ!) ᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡᴀʏ ɪ'ᴍ ɢʟᴀᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪꜱ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ɴᴏᴡ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɪᴅᴇᴀ ᴏꜰ ʀᴇᴠɪꜱɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ <33

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ, ᴘᴏꜱꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ, ꜱɪᴄᴋ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ɢᴏᴇꜱ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ, ᴀʙᴀɴᴅᴏɴᴍᴇɴᴛ ɪꜱꜱᴜᴇꜱ, ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴀʙᴀɴᴅᴏɴᴍᴇɴᴛ

ᴘꜱ: ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴡɪʟʟɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴀ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴏɴᴇ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ɪᴛ

You hated being here.

You hated spending your days stuck in this house. You didn't care for its luxury, you swore you'd never call it home. The windows were nailed shut. They taunted you. Teasing you as little peaks to the outside. The outside seemed so far and so hard to reach. It might as well not even have been there.

You were stuck inside, with him.

You didn't even really notice how lucky you were. Given free rein of the house, of course watched by numerous cameras and sensors, and had anything you could ever want to do indoors at your fingertips. "You don't know how good you've got it" Katsuki would always sneer, grimacing as you'd push away his touches, or fight his embraces. "Tons of people would kill to be where you are right now."

His words unlike his quirk were always like ice, frustration welling inside of him as he began to anger more and more day by day. He didn't want to wait, he couldn't wait. He wanted you to accept him. What more could he do? Your favorite food was there, you had anything you needed to supplement your hobbies, plenty of vitamins and-

vitamins of course that you weren't taking. He didn't know that.

He did now.

The lack of natural sunlight on your skin might have done it; it could've just been a common cold. It didn't matter. He looked over as you bundled up on the couch, hair in a messy bun as you sniffled. He chuckled, tissues littering the floor around you as water and ginger ale bottles and cans decorated the small living room coffee table in front of you. You could barely keep your eyes open enough to watch the show.

He was surprised when your eyes locked with his. They were teary, and slightly red as if they'd been rubbed too much. Your hands slunk out from the bundles of blankets, outreached towards him. Your throat was sore as you silently begged him to comfort you.

You needed someone.

He paused, looking at you for a second before he smirked. "Why should I come over there and help you? You're such an ungrateful brat. This seems like karma to me."

You felt a piercing pain sink through your chest, the same chest that heaved with heavy laborious breaths. "Please..." you said softly, "I can't- I-" you choked, coughs interrupting your speech. You put your head down, hands sinking back under the blankets as they wrapped around you.

You felt horrible. All you wanted was help- all you needed was him.

You felt the tears slip from your eyes as you began to silently weep. Your body trembled slightly, partly from the illness and partly from the hurt. You couldn't speak further. You could feel a shift in the room- as if Katsuki had left the room.

You could feel your head grow dizzy as you tried to console yourself. It wasn't long however before a strong muscled hand sank under your chin.

The blonde haired pro hero pulled your head up to face him, you felt the couch cushions soften around the back of your head. You sniffled, letting his thumb wipe away the tears.

"Stop all that now, I'm here," he said, sucking his teeth before he pressed a medicine bottle to your lips. It was unlabeled, like all the medicine in the house. Simply a safety precaution to keep you from hurting yourself. You drank a bit before he pulled it away, grabbing a can of ginger ale to help you wash down the slightly bitter taste.

He gently climbed onto the couch beside you, pulling you into his embrace. It was warm. You questioned why you'd ever denied it before. Stop, you're letting him win. You can't keep doing this. You snuggled into his chest, ignoring the thoughts in your mind. He's only getting what he wanted, you're giving him what he wants! You drowned out all your second thoughts, listening to his soothing voice.

"There's a good girl, relaxing right where you should, with me."

"My pretty baby is gonna be all right"

"There there my love."

You felt a kiss on your forehead as you began to drift off.

His baby, his. You're all his.

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agirlwithdemonblood · 2 years ago

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The Broken Fan - Chapter 2

Pairings: Jensen Ackles & Reader (Read as first person!)

Series Summary: Always a nobody, always invisible, will this convention change things?

Chapter Summary: First day and there’s already a mix of emotions flowing through the room. And maybe a connection.

Warnings: mentions of anxiety, insecurity, fear, self doubt, swearing.

Series Masterlist here! Main masterlist here!

Tomorrow was the day.

Convention day.

I was not prepared at all. Hell, I had no clue what a convention really was all about until I did some research, and my god I was not ready for this. Mentally, I was freaking out. What if I stand out because of my dirty clothes and messy hair? What if I don’t actually belong there?

I pulled my car into the nearest car wash only minutes from the hotel the conversation was being held in, and relief hit me like a ton of bricks when I noticed there were no other cars around.

I could take care of my problem in peace.

Luckily for me, this was the type of car wash where you park under a garage type area, and manually wash it yourself so I could easily fix my little issue.

We have a few of these in my town, and their my favourite place to go. Nobody really batted an eye when they noticed a girl soaking wet beside her car, they might have just thought I was terrible at getting the job done considering I was more washed than the actual vehicle itself.

I changed into a pair of sleep shorts I owned along with a bra that (thankfully) looked like a bathing suit in case somebody did show up, and I got to work. I sprayed the car with water to at least get it started before turning it on myself, soaking my hair and body quickly.

Grabbing the last of my shampoo and body washed, I generously cleaned every part of me that hasn’t been cleaned in probably a week now, not by choice obviously.

Half an hour went by quickly, and the hose turned off. I sighed and dropped it before moving to my side mirror to check the damage, but thankfully I looked half decent. The knots that were usually visible in my hair were smoothed out, my face looked fresh and clear, and I smelt 10x better than before.

I couldn’t help but smile at the feeling, like I always did when I’d shower. It’s the small things that make me feel like a whole different person.

My next stop was the thrift store in hopes to find some Supernatural Merch even though I knew it was a long shot, if I could find something maybe it would look like I belonged after all.

Just my luck, I searched in every section: men’s, woman’s, kids, nothing. I was out of luck.

I sighed in defeat as I walked towards the door but my eye caught a black shirt on the rack near the cash, and I all but ran towards it.

I swore my heart leapt with joy when I realized it was exactly what I was searching for. It was faded, of course but I could still see the image of Dean Winchester’s mugshot, which still made me laugh just imaging that scene.

Thankfully, the shirt wasn’t too expensive considering the condition and I happily bought it before heading back to my car.

Things were turning around, I could feel it. Maybe things would finally go my way.

The next morning, I awoke to the sounds of people chatting and laughing, along with music pumping on the sidewalks.

I sat up in my car and looked around, spotting the thousands of people scattered across the parking lot, all excited and ready to enjoy the event. The sight of everybody together made my heart beat quickly in my chest, I was the only one who would be alone.

My mind started racing and my anxiety rose, was this a mistake? Was I fooling myself by thinking I could actually fit in here? I knew I could pretend all I wanted, but I was not like them at all. I wasn't around my loved ones, I was an outcast, a freak, a loner.

I shook off the worries that filled my mind and stepped out of my car, turning down the street to where the hotel was. I stood in line awkwardly, pretending to text somebody to at least look like I somewhat belong. I was desperate to feel normal, to convince myself that nobody was staring, nobody cared. I was invisible, remember?

"Excuse me, are you on your own?" A high pitched voice spoke, causing me to jump in my spot and look up. Two girls were standing in front of me, one tall and absolutely gorgeous blonde girl, and a brunette younger lady, they both had brand new merch, styled hair and beautiful looking makeup perfectly plastered on their face.

I swallowed hard and put on my best confident smile, "Yeah, I am!"

They shared a look before smiling smugly, the tall blonde extending her hand towards me. "Well, I'm Vanessa." She stated before the shorter brunette followed her lead. "And i'm Amber."

I shook their hands and smiled nervously, "I'm Y/N"

For a moment, we sat in comfortable silence and looked around, eyeing all the different types of people before Vanessa's attention was directed back to me.

"So are you staying in this hotel too?"

Shit.

"Uh, no." I whispered nearly inaudibly. "I'm staying by myself."

Amber scrunched up her nose in confusion and leaned against the wall. "What does that mean?"

Fuck. Okay don't freak out. If you tell her your staying in your car she may look at you like you're a total freak, but it may make you seem like your not homeless, maybe she won't judge? She seems nice enough.

"I'm actually on a road trip so I've been staying in my car for now."

Their eyebrows rose slightly in surprise as they shared a look I had no idea what was meant.

"Oh that's kind've cool, so your a traveler?" Amber questioned.

I nodded quickly and smiled.

Perfect, a traveler.

Before any more questions could be thrown my way, the line started moving and I could finally see the inside of the hotel. Vanessa and Amber rushed away, to a few tables off to the side and I was left once again.

I sighed contentedly and looked around, after my little interaction with the girls, I felt so much better about being here. They seemed nice enough, not too judgy and I definitely didn't make a fool out of myself. This weekend was going to be amazing.

I wandered around the overly large lobby filled with tables with various set ups. There were shirts and displays with handmade merchandise and posters and I couldn't help but stare everywhere at once.

Seeing all the people laughing and smiling, the different shapes and sizes and races and ages, all together-it was like magic and I couldn't believe that I was involved, I was in it.

The day passed quickly as I walked around and checked out every stand, and finally the first panel was about to start. I entered the room and as soon as my eyes spotted all the full chairs, I could feel the panic rising once again. Seats were filled, people were chatting and laughing and taking photos, it was a lot.

My mind was in full panic mode as I looked around, Where was I going to sit? Was I going to look weird sitting alone? Is somebody going to have to sit beside me? Oh god, what if I didn't wash well enough and whoever has to sit beside me smells something wrong on me. What if I get called out?

Before I could turn around and leave, the sea of people started moving and I was forced towards the front, and the only two seats available were right in the middle of the row. I stared at the only available seat left, right beside a young red headed girl.

She turned towards me and smiled gently before moving her bag to the floor, offering her hand to show the seat was mine. I smiled lightly and crossed towards her, quickly pushing myself into the seat in hopes to hide from everybody else.

She smiled wide and leaned closer, "Hi! I'm Jennifer."

"Oh, I'm Y/N, nice to meet you, thank you for the seat."

She shrugged, a polite smile spreading across her face.

I bit back a laugh causing her to look towards me in confusion and I couldn't help but laugh louder. "Sorry, this is my first convention, are all fangirls this nice?"

She laughed out and nudged my shoulder, offering an even brighter smile and I could tell she was genuine. For a moment, I felt it. The ray of hope i needed, she saw me, she was kind and treated me like we were best friends, and it felt amazing.

The lights started to dim, and the screams got louder indicating the panel was about to start. My heart started pounding with excitement and adrenaline as I was anxiously awaiting to see the man who gave me a reason to find hope.

As soon as the two familiar men entered the stage, it felt like I was submerged under water. The screams were dull and faded, my chest was heavy, I couldn’t breathe, and my eyes were locked on him.

Jensen.

The man who saved my life. The man who played such a complex, amazing character that touched every part of my soul. It was stupid, in that moment I felt like I knew him and he knew me, but really; we were strangers. He didn’t know I existed. He wouldn’t even notice me in the hundreds of people screaming his name.

I was frozen in my seat as I really took him in. He was taller than I expected, and he had had a handsome stubble across his chin that was to die for. Of course, he was rocking out the red plaid and I couldn’t breathe just staring at him.

His eyes scanned the audience as he took his seat, smiles and waves being thrown around to everybody he made contact with.

His gaze started moving towards my seat and suddenly I felt like I was going to pass out. The room was spinning and I felt sick, it was too much.

I lowered my head and took a deep breath, before slowly glancing up, my heart nearly skipped a beat at the sight of his eyes locked on mine.

He smiled lightly at me before it faded, a hint of concentration and concern overtaking his features suddenly.

Leaning forward on his chair, his eyes were fixating on mine as he mouthed “You alright?” I stared back at him in shock, I couldn’t move or speak or do anything, did Jensen really just ask me that?

My eyes flickered down and up before I noticed his concern growing and he repeated the question. I took a shaky breath and smirked, before nodding.

He was satisfied, thankfully, and he shot me a thumbs up causing my cheeks to burn.

How did he know I wasn’t doing okay? Did I really look that messed up? And why did he notice me in the first place when there were hundreds of better looking, more attention grabbing fans scattered around the room.

It was a mystery, but his eyes stayed on me. Endless smiles shooting my way which I finally returned. I couldn’t believe this was real, Jensen was smiling at me. He was concentrated on me.

I felt bad for lying, but I guess technically I wasn’t. I was fine, maybe not mentally but physically. And if I was freaking out before, I was definitely freaking out now.

This man, this stranger I’ve only seen on screens asked me if I was okay. He doesn’t even know how much he’s helped me or what he’s done for me, he has no idea. Yet here he was, showing love and kindness to a random girl.

Yeah, it was a small gesture to some but to me it meant the world. I’ve never been noticed, not really. Nobody’s ever asked if I was okay, nobody’s ever made sure that I was comfortable. Nobody cared.

And maybe it wasn’t a big deal to him, maybe he did this with all his fans, he probably didn’t really care either, but I swore when I locked eyes with him, I saw something. A spark. A connection.

The panel went on as it usually did, and it was amazing. Jared would tell ridiculous little stories while Jensen would add in sarcastic remarks or funny comments which only caused the crowd to laugh harder, and egg Jared on more.

I couldn’t help but smile at the way they interacted, it was so easy. So normal. It was like they were at home alone, and we were just watching through a screen. They didn’t seem nervous or scared, they seemed like they were at home. They seemed almost normal.

I kept my head slightly lower, but Jensen’s glance would sometimes fall on me, followed by a small smirk that caused my cheeks to heat up and my heart to flutter.

Quickly, it turned into a game. He’d be staring at me when I wasn’t looking, and as fast as I could I’d turn to face him. He’d smirk before looking away quickly and as soon as I turned away, I could feel his eyes back on me.

It was fun, normal, our little secret game.

I locked eyes with him once again before I felt a hand shaking my shoulder, causing me to look towards Jennifer.

She leaned in and smiled wide “Jensen keeps staring at me!”

Oh.

I could feel my heart clenching in my chest and embarrassment to fill my face.

That makes more sense. He wasn’t smiling at me. He was smiling at her. I felt like a complete idiot in this moment and I wanted to run and hide. That means he saw me constantly staring back at him, blushing like an idiot when his eyes would linger.

I could have sworn he was staring at me, but she was sitting right beside me it was an easy mistake. He must have been staring at her. Why would he be staring at me anyways?

I could feel my anxiety rising as my eyes flickered up to him, and his smile was gone. Instead, he had a look of concern spread across his face and he mouthed the same thing. “You okay?”

This time, I didn’t answer. But that was clearly directed at me this time, that I knew.

I looked back to Jennifer who looked embarrassed, staring at me with her mouth dropped open slightly. Quickly, I grabbed my bag and rushed out of my seat down the long aisle, stopping for a second to look back at the stage.

Even from all the way back to the doors, I could still see the same look across his face. Worry. Concern. Hurt.

My mind was spinning and I could barely breath. I pushed open the doors and left, pushing my way through all the tables and the crowds to get outside.

I was an idiot, a total idiot. It didn’t make sense. Why would he be staring at me? He must have known I looked rough and maybe he was doing it out of pity.

The concrete on my back felt rough but I didn’t care. I slid down the wall as tears started to break free. So stupid!

It was nothing. It was a few glances and a little bit of attention, that’s all, so why did it hurt so much when it was taken away?

Why did it feel so good when his eyes were on me, why did it feel like home?

And why did I think he actually cared.

Jensen’s POV

I couldn’t take my eyes off those wide doors, waiting and hoping she would come back through them but she never did.

There was something strange happening, my heart actually hurt for her. I don’t even know her but I knew something was wrong.

She looked so scared at first, so panicked. I thought I helped. She was smiling. We were playing games. We had fun.

But than her neighbour talked to her and… I don’t know what happened. It was like she was told some awful news. She looked devastated. Broken.

I hope I didn’t make her uncomfortable. Maybe I shouldn’t have kept staring, I normally never do that. But there was something about her that was calling me. Something was in her eyes, a different type of light.

Something was telling me she wasn’t like the others, she was different. I know she was. Never once have I felt a connection for one specific person in an audience with hundreds of fans.

But I felt something for her. Every time she’d smile, I felt something. A connection.

It was stupid, I don’t know her.

I don’t know what the girl whispered to her, but I felt this intense need to check on her. To make sure she’s okay. I felt the need to hug her.

I needed to know her.

God, I hope she comes back.

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Oathbreaker

Pairing: fem!Tav x Enver Gortash, fem!Tav/Astarion

Tags: Emotional Manipulation, Manipulation, Manipulative Relationship, Paladin Tav (Baldur's Gate), Vaginal Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Drunk Sex, Unrequited Love, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Scars, Blood and Injury, Injury, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Pregnancy, Unplanned Pregnancy, Miscarriage, Torture, Psychological Torture, Implied/Referenced Torture

Word count: 2,397

Ao3 here.

Chapter 1.

Chapter 2.

Chapter 3. ⬇

Chapter 4.

Chapter 3: Complications

The next morning found her with a headache.

The first thing she felt was the weight of the blanket on her body. She frowned slightly when she realised she'd been well tucked in by someone. When she opened her eyes, she saw only the bedding and a pillow, which, upon touching, wasn't warm anymore. Tav slowly sat up, holding the blanket to her chest.

She needed a few moments to remember what exactly happened last night, and when it came back to her in full, her mouth opened to a silent scream.

I can't believe I really did it, she thought as she looked around in the lavish, expensive room. There were so much black and so much gold; she'd never been in such an expensive looking suite before. Everything smelled new; it seemed that he'd moved here recently, perhaps after his ascension to Archduke. Even the four poster bed's columns were made of gold. It was almost too much.

I shouldn't've done this, she thought, rubbing her face with her hands and giving her cheeks little pats to wake herself up properly. I'm so fucking stupid.

Tav sighed, running a hand in her hair, trying to come to terms with the fact that she really let Gortash bed her. She tentatively touched her lips, staring forward without seeing anything. It really wouldn't be a problem if it wasn't amazing. If Gortash was just another puffed up ignorant who only knew how to use someone to reach his own release, but no. It was so much worse.

As she pulled herself to the side of the bed, groaning from the thought that she had been filled well and good with his seed – probably staining his sheets, too –, she noticed a note on the nightstand on her side. It must've been him who left it there for her to read; she'd seen his precise handwriting in other letters during her adventures. She picked it up.

Onwards, my Paladin.

- Enver

Tav's heart skipped a beat. There was so much for her to unpack. Fragments of last night flashed in her mind's eye, his voice echoing in the depths of her mind.

I want to rule with you.

I want you to survive this, I want you to stay focused.

I need you.

I need you more than anyone else in my life, Tav.

Look forward and take one step at a time, with me, alright?

On top of this, the Emperor was awfully quiet. She couldn't remember if it contacted her again during the night, or after it; nothing apart from the pleasure and lust remained in her mind.

Tav bit her lower lip and brought the note he left for her to her heart.

"Gods damn you", she murmured softly as she tossed the blanket off of her body and started to search for her clothes.

They were neatly folded and placed on the armchair near the bed. Did a servant do this, or was it his doing? With a frown, she quickly got dressed and braided her hair in one plait. She didn't want to spend too much time here anymore; the others at the camp must've been anxiously waiting for her return. Most of them weren't sure that they should let her come here alone. She'd have tons to explain, now. Groaning at the prospect, she silently left the palace; Gortash's note hidden in one of her inner pockets, close to her heart.

This particular morning in Baldur's Gate was loud. People were busy walking to shops or to work, and it didn't help Tav's headache the slightest. What was even worse that she could feel that the Steel Watch was positively watching her; noticing how the machines turned their heads every time she bypassed one of them, she couldn't help but wonder if Enver kept his eyes on her. Strangely, it made her feel safe.

"Bah!" She scoffed at the thought before she stopped at a stall to buy a few apples and some bread for herself for breakfast.

It was so hard to concentrate on anything else but the truth that she was definitely compromised. She should've been more focused, harder to sway, but he lured her in so fast – he almost didn't even need to try. His words and closeness and especially, warmth was all she needed after how Astarion… how he…

Tav walked faster before she started to run. She didn't feel safe out there, alone, not even in broad daylight. Daylight would never protect her from the vampire who once claimed he loved her.

Who said she'd regret leaving him.

At the camp, only Gale was awake. The rest of the camp was mostly silent as it was still very early. She offered a smile to the wizard who spotted her at once, returning her smile immediately. She eased up a bit; if Gale was around, then she was safe. As he walked over to her, she couldn't help but feel slightly nervous, though. She sat down on a bench and picked out the apple from her bag.

"Good morning", Gale offered, sitting beside her. His eyes radiated warmth at her, though, they seemed a bit more inquisitive than usual. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm good", Tav replied, hoping not to discuss where she'd been last night. "How're you?"

"I'm fine, thank you."

"And the others?"

"Nothing special. Karlach spent half of the evening playing fetch with Scratch."

"Mm."

Tav rubbed the apple against her shirt to clean it before she bit into it. Her headache seemed to pass now, that she knew she was back at safety. With Gale on her side, nothing could harm her. Not even… not even…

"I see you've had an… adventurous night", Gale remarked gently which caused Tav to furrow her brows.

"What do you mean?" She asked when she swallowed the bite. Gale's eyes dropped to her neck and she suddenly started to panic. "What is it?"

"I'm not sure how should I put this", Gale looked flustered for a moment as he looked away from her, an uncertain smile playing around his lips – but his eyes looked distant, almost… hurt. "You're sporting a few hickeys. Not like I'm judging, of course! I'm sure you had, hmm, fun, last night."

She was glad she swallowed that bite of the apple because imagining herself with hickeys on her neck, left there by Gortash himself, would've made her choke. Flustered, she shot to her feet and stormed away in her tent – ironically, next to Gale's after someone left that spot –, and she was rummaging around for a mirror to see.

"No, no, no, no", she whined as she saw those dark, black hickeys on both sides of her neck. As red as the setting sun, Tav buried her face in the bedroll on the ground before she let out a long, embarrassed whine. She paraded through the city like this; it was no wonder now that the people who saw her smiled at her so broadly. "I'm going to kill him", she muttered to herself before she pushed herself up and tried to find something to cover herself up with it.

Covered with a silk scarf, she joined Gale anew. Sitting beside him, he smiled at her, and she returned the gesture with a tired look and a grumpy expression.

"Sooo", he wriggled a little on the bench beside her. "You're not going to tell me what happened? Who was the lucky one?"

Tav imagined Gale's face if she told him the truth. Oh I let the Chosen of Bane rail me good last night. The thought was funny, sure, she would've cherished Gale's expression to that for years to come, but she didn't want to break his heart again.

She already did once. Because of Astarion. Gale fell in love with her first; and perhaps, his love for her was more pure than how she believed the vampire loved her. Tav often wondered why didn't she give Gale a chance; he was handsome, clever, reliable… if, perhaps, a bit way too good for her taste.

"I can't remember much", she shrugged, "I remember leaving Gortash's palace after dinner, though. I went to a tavern, got drunk and there was a girl, but then… all is blank."

"Ah, well", Gale still looked hurt, and she hated herself for it. Had she thought herself good enough for him, she would've told him to let's try it. But the truth was… especially now, that she was an Oathbreaker… she really thought he deserved much, much better than her. "Did the negotiations go well with Gortash?"

"We haven't discussed much apart from our next step. Which is killing Orin. For that, we should find her lair first, and I think I know where we can start looking."

"Do you really trust Gortash?" Gale furrowed his brows as he glanced at her, the warmth in his eyes soothing her soul. "Do you think he won't betray us if we get the other Netherstone?"

"I believe he doesn't have a reason to turn against us", Tav shrugged. "That's better than nothing, right?"

"Wrong", Karlach's voice growled from behind them, and Tav glanced back at her over her shoulder. "Gortash needed no reason to betray me, and he did it anyway. I say we crush his skull after we're finished with Orin."

Tav tensed. She could feel Gale looked at her face the moment he heard what Karlach was saying, and she was quick to erase every emotion from her features.

"We've had our fair share of others dealing with devils", Tav motioned at Wyll's direction. The man was still asleep; he needn't wake up early that day. "We'll never know what Zariel told him to get you in her hands."

"I have my doubts he was thrust into a situation like Wyll, if that's what you're getting at", Karlach moved to the bench beside Tav and sat down herself. "What's with that scarf, soldier?"

"Ah, nothing-"

Karlach furrowed her brows as Tav busied herself biting from her apple again. Her inquisitive gaze made Tav's skin crawl.

"You're not having a sore throat, are you?"

"Nah", Tav waved Karlach off, "don't care about it. It's fine."

Karlach was faster than Tav. Always have been. She reached out at the speed of light and grabbed the scarf, yanking it low enough for her to see those black marks on Tav's neck.

In response, Tav flailed, her half eaten apple flew across the camp and her bag fell on the ground.

"HICKEYS?!?"

Karlach's yell would've woken the dead. Tav was rapidly filled with dread.

"Gods Karlach, please-"

"You have HICKEYS on your neck??"

"Shut up!!" Tav hissed. "You'll wake up everyone!"

"Who-" Karlach at least, lowered her voice to a whisper, "who did it?" There was a beat of uncertainty before the tiefling's eyes darkened. She was observing Tav for quite a while now, and she learned how to read her well. "Gods, tell me it wasn't Gortash!"

Tav closed her eyes for a few seconds. She definitely didn't think last night, when she let him take her in his bed. This was the worst case scenario in her mind. She was in hell. A hell of her own making, at that.

"You think Gortash would look at me that way?" She waved it off and laughed. But her own words stung like a thousand bees. "Pah! And you think I'd let him bed me? Do you think of me so low?"

Karlach stared in her eyes for a long moment before she started to laugh.

"No, I can't imagine you letting him touch you."

This should've brought Tav comfort.

It did not.

The upcoming few days passed in a slug's pace. They've descended into the sewers and spent a considerable amount of time trying to find Bhaalists, with little to no success. They've only blundered into a few assassins who were searching for Tav in turn; they stood no chance, of course. When they emerged from the ground at last, they decided to spend a night in a tavern where they had access to a bath so they'd be finally clean again. Tav spent at least an hour scrubbing herself clean, going over everything in her mind about what they've found.

Bloody Bhaalists. They've hidden their temple well, but she will find it. She must.

When she walked downstairs to join the others for a drink or two, though, she was approached by a Steel Watcher. The construct looked even bigger in a crowded tavern.

"Citizen", it declared in it's usual monotone voice, drawing the attention of the other patrons to them immediately, "Archduke Enver Gortash requires your immediate presence."

"Requires my immediate presence?" Tav echoed, crossing her arms on her chest with a frown. "Whatever for?"

"You must depart and meet Archduke Enver Gortash immediately. Please, comply."

Of course. The stupid machine was just delivering the message, and Tav was sure there was no way she could say 'no' if the damned Archduke of the city wanted her. She was sure that the machine would simply drag her across half the city if she did not comply. With a huff, she turned to the others. Karlach was sour in the past few days underground; her engine started to overheat, and she was glad to be back on the surface to enjoy the hustle and bustle. Now, hearing the news that Gortash wanted to see her friend again, she looked even grumpier – as always, when the man was mentioned.

This gave her an idea.

"Alright", she nodded, "let me grab my backpack."

"You won't be away for all night again, will you?" Wyll asked her as she bypassed him.

"Only if I need a strong drink and a pair of even stronger arms to lull me to sleep", Tav sighed, "in which case… if you can't find me here in the tavern in the morning, I'm probably at Sharess's Caress."

Getting herself an alibi about where she's spending the night if not here, up front, seemed like a good idea… if things turned out differently than how she planned them.

If only she hadn't seen the look with which Gale was staring at the prices, written on a piece of paper on the wall in front of him – which he visibly didn't even see.

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